—all at once poor Bernadou slipped and fell heavily on the pillow. His comrade thought he had fallen asleep, and called him, shook him. But the wounded boy rested immovable, and the little twig of holly lying across the rigid cloth, seemed already the green palm they place upon the pillows of the dead.
Salvette understood at last. Then, in tears, a little weakened by the feast and by his grief, he raised in full voice, through the silence of the room, the joyous refrain of Provençe,—
"Shepherds,
Take your leave!"
A Breton Peasant's Romance.
| "Eyes dark; face thin, long, and |
| sallow; nose aquiline, but not |
| straight, having a peculiar inclination |
| towards the left cheek; |
| expression, therefore, sinister." |
| Dickens. |