He was sad, and his broken ear bled freely.

All at once he escaped from our hands, the coffin vanished, and I saw nothing but him, pale as a statue, and tall as the tallest oaks of the _bas-Breau_.

His golden epaulettes spread out and became wings, and he raised himself to heaven, holding over us both hands as if in blessing.

I woke up all in tears, but I have not told my dream to my aunt, for she would have scolded me again." "No one ought to be scolded but me, Clementine dear.

It is my fault that your gentle slumbers are troubled by visions of the other world.