Pascal had in vain endeavoured to hold her down.

Trembling all over, and with her arms outstretched, she shook her head deliriously.
"The blood-money! the blood-money!" she again and again repeated.

"I heard the gold.

And it is they, they who sold him.

Ah! the murderers! They are a pack of wolves." Then she pushed her hair aback, and passed her hand over her brow, as though seeking to collect her thoughts.