A few moments she stood before her door, as if uncertain which way to turn, her limbs trembling, her breath coming like sobs.

In this plight Rosenblatt came upon her.
"What is the matter with you, Paulina ?" he cried.

"What is your business here ?" A swift change came over her.
"I am no dog of yours," she said, her sullen face flaming with passion.
"What do you mean ?" cried Rosenblatt.

"Get into your house, cat!" "Yes! cat!" cried the woman, rushing at him with fingers extended.
One swift swoop she made at his face, bringing skin and hair on her nails.

Rosenblatt turned, and crying, "She is mad! She is mad!" made for the shelter of the cellar, followed by the shouts and jeers of the men standing about.
Raging, at the door Paulina sought entrance, crying, "I was a good woman.