15/25 But her heart was still courageous, and she spoke at once. He had a vague recollection of her; the young girl, seen first at her window on the day of the procession, and re-found a little later standing on a chair in the church; this little embroiderer, with whom his son was so desperately in love. He uttered no word, he made no gesture. He waited, stern and stiff. You have, it is true, refused to accept me, but you do not know me. |