They were mothers who were pushing hand-carts heaped high with pyramids of furniture and tiny babies, the sick who could hardly drag themselves along, old men carried on the shoulders of their grandsons, old women with little children clinging to their skirts--a pitiful, silent brood.
Nobody now opposed the liberality of the owner of the castle.

His entire vintage seemed to be overflowing on the highway.

Casks from the last grape-gathering were rolled out to the roadside, and the soldiers filled the metal ladles hanging from their belts with the red stream.

Then the bottled wine began making its appearance by order of date, and was instantly lost in the river of men continually flowing by.

Desnoyers observed with much satisfaction the effects of his munificence.