Passing her days in the enclosure, isolated from all the world, she formed ideas for herself which would have strangely shocked the good people of the Faubourg.

Her father's fate particularly occupied her thoughts.

All Justin's abuse recurred to her; and she ended by accepting the charge of murder, saying to herself, however, that her father had done well to kill the gendarme who had tried to kill him.

She had learnt the real story from a labourer who had worked for a time at the Jas-Meiffren.
From that moment, on the few occasions when she went out, she no longer even turned if the ragamuffins of the Faubourg followed her, crying: "Hey! La Chantegreil!" She simply hastened her steps homeward, with lips compressed, and black, fierce eyes.

Then after shutting the gate, she perhaps cast one long glance at the gang of urchins.