Balmile was a noble, he a commoner; Balmile exulted in an honourable cause.

Paradou already perhaps began to be ashamed of his violence.

Of a sudden, at least, the tortured brute turned and fled from the shop in the footsteps of his former victim, to whose continued flight his reappearance added wings.
So soon as Balmile appeared between her husband and herself, Marie-Madeleine transferred to him her eyes.

It might be her last moment, and she fed upon that face; reading there inimitable courage and illimitable valour to protect.

And when the momentary peril was gone by, and the champion turned a little awkwardly towards her whom he had rescued, it was to meet, and quail before, a gaze of admiration more distinct than words.