The look he gave her was not the same as that he had given to Palass Poucette's widow.

If it had been given by a Spanish inquisitor to a heretic, little hope would have remained in the heretic's heart.

Yet there was a sad patient look on his face, as though he was a martyr.

He had no wish to be a martyr; but he had a feeling that for want of other means of expressing their sympathy with Jean Jacques, these rough people might tar and feather him at least; though it was only his misfortune that those sprung from his loins had such adventurous spirits! Sebastian Dolores was not without a real instinct regarding things.

What was in his mind was also passing through that of the river-driver and a few of his friends, and they carefully watched the route he was taking.
Jean Jacques prepared to depart.