For what she did you are as much to blame as she ...

no, no--not yet!" Jean Jacques' hand had spasmodically tightened on the lever as though he would wrench the gates open, and a snarl came from his lips.
"Figure de Christ, but it is true, as true as death! Listen, M'sieu' Jean Jacques.

You are going to kill me, but listen so that you will know how to speak to her afterwards, understanding what I said as I died." "Get on--quick!" growled Jean Jacques with white wrinkled lips and the sun in his agonized eyes.

George Masson continued his pleading.

"You were always a man of mind"-- Jean Jacques' fierce agitation visibly subsided, and a surly sort of vanity crept into his face--"and you married a girl who cared more for what you did than what you thought--that is sure, for I know women.