Therefore, she was not prepared to give him up without a struggle.
Presently Madame seemed to cast off the influences with which the Pasteur had overwhelmed her.

While his maledictions were in full flow she sank in a huddled heap upon the couch.

Of a sudden she revived; she sprang up; notwithstanding her bulk she leapt into the air like a ballet-dancer.

She tore the golden mantilla from her head, letting down a flood of raven hair, streaked with grey, and waved it round her.

She called upon the names of spirits or demons, long, resounding names with an Eastern ring about them, to come to her aid.