His face indicates a treacherous, cowardly nature, his smile is cunning, and his eyes always shun yours.
We have distrusted him, but we should ask his pardon.

A man who fights as I saw him fight, is deserving of confidence.

For this combat in the public road, and in the darkness of the night, was terrible.

They attacked each other silently but furiously.

At last Jean fell." "Ah! my brother is dead!" exclaimed Marie-Anne.
"No," responded Chanlouineau; "at least we have reason to hope not; and I know he has not lacked any attention.