"I don't care a fig, I intend to have money." "No, a thousand times no!" she retorted.

"You left your place, the mercery business is in a very bad way, and the revenue from my marriage portion is not sufficient to maintain us.

Every day I encroach on the principal to feed you and give you the one hundred francs a month you wrung from me.

You will not get anything beyond that, do you understand?
So it's no use asking." "Just reflect," he replied, "and don't be so silly as to refuse.

I tell you I mean to have 5,000 francs, and I shall have them.