But he did not dare to shake the rope; Miette was still leaning over--he could see her smiling face, and it was too painful to him to dispel that smile.

As he slightly stirred his pail, the water murmured, and the smile faded.
Then he stopped, seized with a strange fear; he fancied that he had vexed her and made her cry.

But the child called to him, "Go on! go on!" with a laugh which the echo prolonged and rendered more sonorous.

She herself then nosily sent down a pail.

There was a perfect tempest.
Everything disappeared under the black water.