He almost trembled lest she should want him.

But she mumbled between her teeth, "He's too thin," and went off.
The third was a young girl, quite fresh, and not too ugly.

"Save me!" said the poor fellow to her, in a low tone.

She gazed at him for a moment with an air of pity, then dropped her eyes, made a plait in her petticoat, and remained in indecision.

He followed all these movements with his eyes; it was the last gleam of hope.