He had a horror of noise, and had taught me to be silent; the dog he could not teach to be quiet, so the poor animal very soon disappeared.

My grandfather's companion was a ferocious bird, Harfang, of which, at first, I had a perfect horror; but this creature, in spite of my dislike to it, took such a strong affection for me, that I could not help returning it.

It even obeyed me better than its master, which used to make me quite uneasy, for my grandfather was jealous.

Harfang and I did not dare to let him see us much together; we both knew it would be dangerous.

But I am talking too much about myself: the great thing is about you." "No, my child," said James Starr, "tell us everything that comes to your mind." "My grandfather," continued Nell, "always regarded your abode in the mine with a very evil eye--not that there was any lack of space.