And the little house relapsed into its deep quietude, the silence of solitude and winter, through which passed the melancholy quiver of the souvenirs of childhood.
In the morning, as soon as it was seven o'clock, Pierre had to go for the newspapers.

Guillaume had passed a bad night and intense fever had set in.

Nevertheless, his brother was obliged to read him the articles on the explosion.

There was an amazing medley of truths and inventions, of precise information lost amidst the most unexpected extravagance.
Sagnier's paper, the "Voix du Peuple," distinguished itself by its sub-titles in huge print and a whole page of particulars jumbled together chance-wise.

It had at once decided to postpone the famous list of the thirty-two deputies and senators compromised in the African Railways affair; and there was no end to the details it gave of the aspect of the entrance to the Duvillard mansion after the explosion the pavement broken up, the upper floor rent open, the huge doors torn away from their hinges.