Mother Simon wiped it away with a cloth, saying inwardly that some day she would have to go through the same thing herself.
The murmur of the crowd grew louder, was very distinct for a moment and then died away.

A volley of musketry shook the window-panes.

It was the postilions saluting the Sacrament.
Felicite rolled her eyes and said as loudly as she could: "Is he all right ?" meaning the parrot.
Her death agony began.

A rattle that grew more and more rapid shook her body.

Froth appeared at the corners of her mouth, and her whole frame trembled.