The women left the rosebud in the wooden shoe, not knowing what she meant.
Night fell.

Mere Krebs watched beside her.

Jeannot went down to the old church to beseech heaven with all his simple, ignorant, tortured soul.
The villagers hovered about, talking in low sad voices, and wondering, and dropping one by one into their homes.

They were sorry, very sorry; but what could they do?
It was quite night.

The lights were put out in the lane.