She and Silvere had traversed the town arm-in-arm.
The sight of this tall red girl at last puzzled Pascal, and again interrupting his cousin, he asked him: "Who is this child with you ?" "She is my wife," Silvere gravely answered.
The doctor opened his eyes wide, for he did not understand.

He was very shy with women; however, he raised his hat to Miette as he went away.
The night proved an anxious one.

Forebodings of misfortune swept over the insurgents.

The enthusiasm and confidence of the previous evening seemed to die away in the darkness.

In the morning there were gloomy faces; sad looks were exchanged, followed by discouraging silence.
Terrifying rumours were now circulating.