"That I would, and willingly, too! I am not more hard-hearted than other people!"
"Nor more are we!"
"A poor, helpless, little creature!"
"Who could have the heart to think of harming it?"
"They must be downright monsters!"
"Perfect savages!"
"Worse than wild beasts!"
"I told you so," resumed Fleur-de-Marie. "I said you were not intentionally unkind; and you have proved that you are good and pitying towards Mont Saint-Jean. The fault consisted in your not reflecting that, although her child is yet unborn, it is still liable to harm from any mischief that befalls its mother. That is all the wrong you have done."
"All the wrong we have done!" exclaimed La Louve, much excited. "But I say it is not all. You were right, La Goualeuse. We acted like a set of cowards; and you alone deserve to be called courageous, because you did not fear to tell us so, or shrink from us after you had told us. It is nonsense to seek to deny the fact that you are not a creature like us,—it is no use trying to persuade ourselves you are like such beings as we are, so we may as well give it up. I don't like to own it, but it is so; and I may just as well confess it. Just now, when we were all in the wrong, you had courage enough, not only to refuse to join us, but to tell us of our fault."
"That is true enough; and the fair-faced girl must have had a pretty stock of courage to tell us the truth so plainly to our faces."