to sit down, an aching hollow, and take a part and sham an interest in
twaddle to please others; such are woman's feats. How like nothing at
all they look!

A man would rather sit on the buffer of a steam-engine and ride at the
Great Redan.

Rose sat at her elbow, a little behind her, and turned the leaves, and
on one pretence or other held Josephine's hand nearly all the rest of
the day. Its delicate fibres remained tense, like a greyhound's sinews
after a race, and the blue veins rose to sight in it, though her voice
and eyes were mastered.

So keen was the strife, so matched the antagonists, so hard the victory.

For ire and scorn are mighty. And noble blood in a noble heart is
heroic. And Love is a giant.




CHAPTER II.


The French provinces were now organized upon a half military plan, by
which all the local authorities radiated towards a centre of government.
By-the-by, this feature has survived subsequent revolutions and
political changes.

In days of change, youth is at a premium; because, though experience is