But this man cannot be separated from the passions of his time; they made him what he was, and he in turn created a number of them.

Perhaps the future will not give him credit for his heroic stubbornness and no doubt it will be the episodes of his books that will immortalise their titles with the names of the causes they upheld.
I stayed at the window enjoying the night and feeling with delight the cold morning air on my lids.

Little by little the day dawned; the wick of the candle grew longer and longer and its flame slowly faded away.
The roof of the market appeared in the distance and a cock crowed; the storm had passed; a few drops of water remained in the dust of the road and made large round spots on it.

As I was very tired, I went back to bed and slept.
We felt very sad on leaving Combourg, and besides, the end of our journey was at hand.

Soon this delightful trip which we had enjoyed for three months would be over.