True image of the People, this fiery and swarthy creature seemed to emit revolt through her piercing yellow eyes, blazing with the insolence of a soldier.

She inherited from her father so violent a nature that the whole family, except Tonsard, and all who frequented the tavern feared her.
"Well, how are you now ?" she said to La Pechina as the latter recovered consciousness.
Catherine had placed her victim on a little mound beside the brook and was bringing her to her senses with dashes of cold water.

"Where am I ?" said the child, opening her beautiful black eyes through which a sun-ray seemed to glide.
"Ah!" said Catherine, "if it hadn't been for me you'd have been killed." "Thank you," said the girl, still bewildered; "what happened to me ?" "You stumbled over a root and fell flat in the road over there, as if shot.

Ha! how you did run!" "It was your brother who made me," said La Pechina, remembering Nicolas.
"My brother?
I did not see him," said Catherine.

"What did he do to you, poor fellow, that should make you fly as if he were a wolf?
Isn't he handsomer than your Monsieur Michaud ?" "Oh!" said the girl, contemptuously.
"See here, little one; you are laying up a crop of evils for yourself by loving those who persecute us.