"Out! Get out-get out, you brute!"

Then, wild, she turned to him and, pushing her face up against his, her
voice trembling:

"Ah!--you think-you think that you can treat me like that? Oh! no.
And for whom?--for that brat who is not even yours. No, not yours!
No, not yours--not yours! Everybody knows it, except yourself! Ask
the grocer, the butcher, the baker, all of them, any one of them!"

She was growling and mumbling, choked with passion; then she stopped and
looked at him.

He was motionless livid, his arms hanging by his sides. After a short
pause, he murmured in a faint, shaky voice, instinct with deep feeling:

"You say? you say? What do you say?"

She remained silent, frightened by his appearance. Once more he stepped
forward, repeating:

"You say--what do you say?"

Then in a calm voice, she answered:

"I say what I know, what everybody knows."

He seized her and, with the fury of a beast, he tried to throw her down.
But, although old, she was strong and nimble. She slipped under his arm,