She caught a kerchief on the borders of the Chevrotte.

He had already saved two chemisettes which he found in the midst of some high thistles.

One by one the cuffs and the collars were retaken.

But in the course of their running at full speed, the flying folds of her skirt had at several different times brushed against him, and each time his face became suddenly red, and his heart beat violently.

In his turn, he touched her face accidentally, as she jumped to recover the last fichu, which he had carelessly let go of.