ABSTRACT
More than six months had now elapsed since Gabrielle had given birth to a daughter; the infant, cherished by the joint care of a friend and a mother, was healthful as the breeze of the mountain; by the latter, its opening graces were often contemplated with a sigh and a feeling of better10 anguish; and when Madame Bertrand would sometimes call her attention, while gazing herself with enthusiastic pleasure on its lovely features, she could not immediately reply, or give to her praises the well-deserved meed of assent.
