Then she sat still, her cheek against his, feeling the warmth of hisskin through his beard, and she whispered in his ear: "No, my littleJean, you would not forgive me to-morrow.
Puis elle demeura immobile, la joue contre la joue de son fils, sentant,à travers sa barbe, la chaleur de sa chair; et elle lui dit, tout bas,dans l'oreille: --Non, mon petit Jean.