She placed herself between the door and her husband, who, for that matter, was not particularly eager to follow the formidable Sicardot.
"I won't have you go out," she cried, feigning sudden despair.

"I won't let you leave my side.

Those scoundrels will kill you." The commander stopped in amazement.
"Hang it all!" he growled, "if the women are going to whine now--Come along, Rougon!' "No, no," continued the old woman, affecting increase of terror, "he sha'n't follow you.

I will hang on to his clothes and prevent him." The marquis, very much surprised at the scene, looked inquiringly at Felicite.

Was this really the woman who had just now been conversing so merrily?
What comedy was she playing?
Pierre, meantime, seeing that his wife wanted to detain him, deigned a determination to force his way out.
"I tell you you shall not go," the old woman reiterated, as she clung to one of his arms.