Maxence Gilet knew enough of that region of the country to guess how envenomed such comments would become.
"We can't stop their tongues," he said at last.

"Ah! I did a foolish thing!" "Max!" said Francois, taking his arm.

"They are coming to-night." "They! Who!" "The Bridaus.

My grandmother has just had a letter from her goddaughter." "Listen, my boy," said Max in a low voice.

"I have been thinking deeply of this matter.