But next day, a glimpse of Mathilde's arm, seen between her sleeve and her glove, was enough to plunge our young philosopher in cruel memories, which, at the same time, made him cling to life.
Mais le lendemain, le bras de Mathilde, entrevu entre la manche de sa robe et son gant, suffisait pour plonger notre jeune philosophe dans des souvenirs cruels, et qui cependant l’attachaient à la vie.