Yes, I love him and hate you, do you hear?
For you are an assassin." "Will you hold your tongue ?" yelled Laurent.
"And he is a victim," she went on, notwithstanding the threatening attitude of her husband, "an upright man killed by a rascal.

Oh! I am not afraid of you.

You know well enough that you are a miserable wretch, a brute of a man without a heart, and without a soul.

How can you expect me to love you, now that you are reeking with the blood of Camille?
Camille was full of tenderness for me, and I would kill you, do you hear, if that could bring him to life again, and give me back his love." "Will you hold your tongue, you wretch ?" shouted Laurent.
"Why should I hold my tongue ?" she retorted.

"I am speaking the truth.
I would purchase forgiveness at the price of your blood.