She is a beautiful old lady.

She talked about you as if you were an angel, or a saint with a halo around your head.

She feels that if it hadn't been for you that she might still be only 'Number Thirty-nine' among all those paupers, instead of being the mistress of her brother's comfortable home.
"After we left there, we passed the place where Madame's washerwoman lives.

A little girl peeped out at us through the hedge.

Madame told her to show the American ladies the doll that she had in her arms.