In the thick of a family, she would smolder, like a hidden fire that leaps up onto a branch, lights up a pine tree, then another, then step by step creates a whole forest of torches On the evening of that half peasant, half bourgeois wedding day, groups of the guests crowded around their car, forcing it to slow down; the girls' dresses fluttered in the crowd Th se, thinking of the night that was coming, murmured, 'It was horrible …' but then caught herself and said, 'no not so horrible.'