She had heard the revolver shot outside; as it sounded she had blown out her lamp, and there behind the door in the dark had heard the swiftly retreating feet of the fugitives and, a little later, the arrival of the patrol.

Well, the patrol would not dare to touch the king; as for Bauer, let him be alive or dead: what cared she, who was the king's servant, able to help the king against his enemies?
If Bauer were the king's enemy, right glad would she be to hear that the rogue was dead.

How finely the king had caught him by the neck and thrown him out! She laughed to think how little her mother knew the company she had kept that night.
The row of country carts moved slowly by.

One or two stopped before the shop, and the carters offered vegetables for sale.

The old woman would have nothing to say to them, but waved them on irritably.