"I was not very warm.

It is bitterly cold." "I only feel cold in the feet," Miette rejoined.
"Well! let us have a run," said Silvere.

"We have still two good leagues to go.

You will get warm." Thereupon they descended the hill and ran until they reached the high road.

When they were below they raised their heads as if to say farewell to that rock on which they had wept while their kisses burned their lips.