She will pass for one of Simonette's! 'She shall pass for none but mine! I part with thee, indeed! All that is left me of thy father! the poor little orphaned innocent, that no one loves but her mother! 'Madame Mademoiselle, this is not common sense! Why, how can you hide yourself? how travel with a baby on your neck, whose crying may betray you? 'She never cries never, never!