Cousin Edie was sitting near, and I could see by her eyes that she had been crying.
"Hullo, Edie!" said I, "what's the trouble ?" "Ah! mademoiselle, like all good and true women, has a soft heart," said he.

"I didn't thought it would have moved her, or I should have been silent.

I have been talking of the suffering of some troops of which I knew something when they were crossing the Guadarama mountains in the winter of 1808.

Ah! yes, it was very bad, for they were fine men and fine horses.

It is strange to see men blown by the wind over the precipices, but the ground was so slippery and there was nothing to which they could hold.