eleven at night
You do not love me . '' To reach that rock we had to travel two leagues ; two more in returning makes four . Brigitte was afraid of neither fatigue nor darkness . We set out at eleven at night , expecting to reach home some time in the morning . When we went on long tramps she always dressed in a blue blouse and the apparel of a man , saying that skirts were not made for bushes . She walked before me in the sand with a firm step and such a charming mingling of feminine delicacy and childlike innocence , that I stopped every few moments to look at her . It seemed that , once started , she had to accomplish a difficult but sacred task ; she walked in front like a soldier , her arms swinging , her voice ringing through the woods in song ; suddenly she would turn , come to me and kiss me .