Babet, who was resolved to have her share in assisting her benefactress, proposed to carry the ring to a _colporteur_--a pedlar, or sort of travelling jeweller--who had come to lay in a stock of hardware at Paris: he was related to one of Madame de Fleury's little pupils, and readily disposed of the ring for her: she obtained at least two-thirds of its value--a great deal in those times.
The proofs of integrity, attachment, and gratitude which she received in these days of peril, from those whom she had obliged in her prosperity, touched her generous heart so much, that she has often since declared she could not regret having been reduced to distress.

Before she quitted Paris she wrote letters to her friends, recommending her pupils to their protection; she left these letters in the care of Victoire, who to the last moment followed her with anxious affection.

She would have followed her benefactress into exile, but that she was prevented by duty and affection from leaving her mother, who was in declining health.
Madame de Fleury successfully made her escape from Paris.

Some of the municipal officers in the towns through which she passed on her road were as severe as their ignorance would permit in scrutinising her passport.
It seldom happened that more than one of these petty committees of public safety could read.

One usually spelled out the passport as well as he could, whilst the others smoked their pipes, and from time to time held a light up to the lady's face to examine whether it agreed with the description.
"Mais toi! tu n'as pas le nez gros!" said one of her judges to her.