And the peasant who gave her jenny the name of Julie went her way, driving the beast before her.
“We know our way now,” said Honorine; “let’s make haste, for it will soon be entirely dark.”
“The thunder is still rumbling.”
“That isn’t what I am afraid of.”
“Do you mean to say that you believe in that peasant woman’s nonsense, and the groans that are heard in the ravine?”
“I’ll tell you this, that when we pass the place, I shall run. Mon Dieu! how dark it is!”
“Here we are on the main road, at all events. We must turn to the left again.”
“I can hardly see, and I am beginning to be very tired.”
“Oh! look, my dear, this narrow path between those two little hills must be the ravine.”
“Well! perhaps you would like to go in there, to delay us still more?”