those mistakes in spelling here and there which seemed to be in unison
with the disordered beating of her heart.

He certainly looked magnificent on horseback; there was something of the
fighter, something bold and mettlesome about him, _a valiant look_, as
our grandmothers used to say, when they threw themselves into the arms
of the conquerors, between two campaigns, though the same conquerors had
loud, rough voices, even when they were making love, as they had to
dominate the noise of the firing, and violent gestures, as if they were
using their swords and issuing orders, who did not waste time over
useless refinements, and in squandering the precious hours which were
counted so avariciously, in minor caresses, but sounded the charge
immediately, and made the assault, without meeting with any more
resistance than they did from a redoubt.

As soon as he appeared, preceded by dragoons, with his sword in his hand,
amidst the clatter of hoofs and jingle of scabbards and bridles, while
plumes waved and uniforms glistened in the sun, a little in front of his
staff, sitting perfectly upright in the saddle, and with his cocked hat
with its black plumes, slightly on one side, the surging crowd, which was
kept in check by the police officers, cheered him as if he had been some
popular minister, whose journey had been given notice of beforehand by
posters and proclamations.

That tumult of strident voices that went from one end of the great square
to the other, which was prolonged like the sound of the rising tide,
which beats against the shore with ceaseless noise, that rattle of
rifles, and the sound of the music that alternated with blasts of the
trumpets all along the line, made the General's heart swell with
unspeakable pride.