Quentin.
The country was very flat and poor, and yet the plains had a likeness in
them to her own wide Brabant downs, where the tall green wheat was
blowing and the barges dropping down the sluggish streams.
She was very footsore; very weary; very hungry so often; but she was in
France--in his country; and her spirit rose with the sense of that
nearness to him.
After all, God was so good to her; there were fine bright days and
nights; a few showers had fallen, but merely passing ones; the air was so
cool and so balmy that it served her almost as food; and she seldom found
people so unkind that they refused for her single little sou to give her
a crust of bread and let her lie in an outhouse.
After all, God was very good; and by the sixteenth or seventeenth day she
would be in the city of Paris.
She was a little light-headed at times from insufficient nourishment:
especially after waking from strange dreams in unfamiliar places;
sometimes the soil felt tremulous under her, and the sky spun round; but
she struggled against the feeling, and kept a brave heart, and tried to
be afraid of nothing.
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