"Go slow."

For fear of blinding the driver of a lighted vehicle which might, after
all, be moving, one of the men put out his hand and switched off the
headlights, and the car glided forward on its own momentum.

Thus they came upon Fanny, in the hollow torn by the lamps out of an
obscurity which whirled like a dense pillar above her, seated on her
mudguard, blanched and still as an image, the iron bar for a weapon in
her right hand, the torch ready as a signal in her left.

"Julien!"

"Well, yes, my poor child!" And she saw the man behind him, and laughed.

"Help me down. Within and without I am set in plaster."

"You look like a poor, weather-chipped goddess, or an old stone pillar
with a face."

"Be careful, that leg will not stand.... Oh, look, look how the snow
clings. It's frozen on my lap."

"We must be quick. Everything must be quickly done, or we shall all stay
here."

"Oh, I don't care about that now!"

"What have you got in your hand? Give it to me."