The military at Bordeaux acted with shocking barbarity." "I do not like to think upon it," said my father.

"I trust there will be no recurrence of such lamentable scenes." "I much fear there will be, though," said M.Bourdinave, gloomily.
"Satan desires to have us, that he may sift us like wheat.

Let us hope to abide the trial." At this moment a burst of noisy music, drowned their voices; and the needle-seller's horse, which was just before us, making a sudden start, the poor needle-vendor was thrown off his balance, and jerked out of his cart on to a heap of flints by the road-side, while his horse began to kick.

Giving the reins to my father, I jumped out, and ran to his assistance; but he was so prickly all over, that it was difficult to lay hold of him.

His needles and pins ran into my fingers in a dozen places.
To make matters worse, his nose began to bleed, so that he was in a pitiable plight.