As though women understood anything about politics! Bah, my poor girl, if you were to steer the bark we should very soon be shipwrecked." Felicite bit her lip.

She had gone too far and forgotten her self-assigned part of good, silent fairy.

Then she was seized with one of those fits of covert exasperation, which she generally experienced when her husband tried to crush her with his superiority.

And she again promised herself, when the right time should arrive, some exquisite revenge, which would deliver this man into her power, bound hand and foot.
"Ah! I was forgetting!" resumed Rougon, "Monsieur Peirotte is amongst them.

Granoux saw him struggling in the hands of the insurgents." Felicite gave a start.