They've already lent me a little money, and of course they can't go on lending for ever." She continued talking in this spiritless, resigned way, complaining only on account of Celine; for, said she, it was enough to make one's heart break to see such an intelligent child obliged to tramp the streets after getting on so well at the Communal School.

She could feel too that everybody now kept aloof from them on account of Salvat.

The Toussaints didn't want to be compromised in any such business.

There was only Charles, who had said that he could well understand a man losing his head and trying to blow up the _bourgeois_, because they really treated the workers in a blackguard way.
"For my part, monsieur," added Madame Theodore, "I say nothing, for I'm only a woman.

All the same, though, if you'd like to know what I think, well, I think that it would have been better if Salvat hadn't done what he did, for we two, the girl and I, are the real ones to suffer from it.
Ah! I can't get the idea into my head, that the little one should be the daughter of a man condemned to death." Once more Celine interrupted her, flinging her arms around her neck: "Oh! mamma, oh! mamma, don't say that, I beg you! It can't be true, it grieves me too much!" At this Pierre and Marie exchanged compassionate glances, while Mere-Grand rose from her chair, in order to go upstairs and search her wardrobes for some articles of clothing which might be of use to the two poor creatures.