The bait of gain or influence, or even the excitement of work and production suffice for people to do themselves harm.

And then, too, this great change would paralyze the workers less than the old way paralyzes the prematurely enriched who pick up their fortunes on the ground--such as he, for instance, whom we used to see go by, who was drained and dead at twenty, and so many other ignoble and irrefutable examples; and the comedies around bequests and heirs and heiresses, and their great gamble with affection and love--all these basenesses, in which custom too old has made hearts go moldy.
She is a little excited, as if the truth, in the confusion of these critical times, were beautiful to see--and even pleasant to detain with words.
All the same, she interrupts herself, and says, "They'll always find some way of deceiving." At last she says, "Yes, it would be just, perhaps; but it won't come." * * * * * * The valley has suddenly filled with tumult.

On the road which goes along the opposite slope a regiment is passing on its way to the barracks, a new regiment, with its colors.

The flag goes on its way in the middle of a long-drawn hurly-burly, in vague shouting, in plumes of dust and a sparkling mist of battle.
We have both mechanically risen on the edge of the road.

At the moment when the flag passes before us, the habit of saluting it trembles in my arms.