And she afterwards blushed for it all, fully conscious that others must think her unbearable.
Indeed, a quarter of an hour later, she came downstairs again of her own accord, and bravely acknowledged her fault.

"Wasn't it ridiculous of me ?" she said.

"To think I accuse others of being unkind when I behave like that! Monsieur l'Abbe must have a very bad opinion of me." Then, after kissing Mere-Grand, she added: "You'll forgive me, won't you?
Oh! Francois may laugh now, and so may Thomas and Antoine.

They are quite right, our differences are merely laughing matters." "My poor Marie," replied Guillaume, in a tone of deep affection.

"You see what it is to surrender oneself to the absolute.