Ernest Pérochon

“ The words passed over Lalie's head, on into the house, and crashed against Madeleine's heart. Lalie started off at once, calling back:
"Nêne, I'm going; papa said so."
Michael was now raking together the little heaps of dead leaves and dry twigs he had assembled all over the pasture. Every time he flung an armful of the fuel on the fire, it flamed up, crackled prettily and sent up innumerable sparks.
Lalie danced around the fire, clapping her hands. Michael had gathered some early chestnuts and put them for her on a bed of embers that he had raked together at one side of the bonfire. ”

“ At the lower end of the meadow there was still a big pile of brush left and Michael went to fetch it; but just as he was raising his pitchfork, he dropped it again and walked up to the road.
Violette was coming.
When she reached him she stopped and let her girl helpers go on ahead.
"Good evening," said she; "you heard me coming?"
"My mind is full of you all day long and when you rise to come toward me, wherever you are, I hear your step. My heart hears a hundred times farther than my ear." ”

“ The wind that had been high all through the day, whisking the leaves off the trees, had gone to sleep. Only the tall tree-tops were still a-tremble, shining like copper in the golden haze of the setting sun. ”