Then they ceased speaking.

They remained for another moment gazing and smiling at each other.

And finally, as Silvere seemingly had no more questions to ask her, Miette quietly withdrew and went on plucking her weeds, without raising her head.

The lad for his part remained on the wall for a while.
The sun was setting; a stream of oblique rays poured over the yellow soil of the Jas-Meiffren, which seemed to be all ablaze--one would have said that a fire was running along the ground--and, in the midst of the flaming expanse, Silvere saw the little stooping peasant-girl, whose bare arms had resumed their rapid motion.

The blue cotton skirt was now becoming white; and rays of light streamed over the child's copper-coloured arms.