She thinks people envy her, though she is as black as the inside of a chimney.

When Justin is patrolling the woods at night the child is as anxious as I am.

If I open my window to listen for the trot of his horse, I see a light in her room, which shows me that La Pechina (as they call here) is watching and waiting too.

She never goes to bed, any more than I do, till he comes in." "Thirteen!" exclaimed the countess; "unfortunate child!" "Unfortunate?
no.

This passion will save her." "From what ?" asked Madame de Montcornet.
"From the fate which overtakes nearly all the girls of her age in these parts.