He muttered a fearful oath, and seizing her by the arm, shouted: "Take care! Don't play with me.

Speak, I insist, or--" and he shook her brutally.
Jeanne, indignant, screamed and tore herself away from him.
"Leave me," she said, "you fill me with horror!" The husband, beside himself, pale as death and trembling convulsively, could not utter a word, and was about to rush upon her when the door opened, and Madame Desvarennes appeared, holding in her hand the letters which she had written for Cayrol to take back to Paris.

Jeanne uttered a cry of joy, and with a bound threw herself into the arms of her who had been a mother to her..