The men will laugh at me now as I pass, and they will be right in doing so.

I shall not be able to defend myself." The young fellow remained silent, unable to find a word to calm the agitation of this big child, trembling at her first kiss of love.

He clasped her gently, imagining that he might calm her by his embrace.
She struggled, however, and continued: "If you like, we will go away; we will leave the province.

I can never return to Plassans; my uncle would beat me; all the townspeople would point their fingers at me--" And then, as if seized with sudden irritation, she added: "But no! I am cursed! I forbid you to leave aunt Dide to follow me.

You must leave me on the highway." "Miette, Miette!" Silvere implored; "don't talk like that." "Yes.