You shall sleep in prison if you do." The scraggy young man had prudently disappeared.

Nana walked ahead, very stiff and still stupefied by her bad luck.

Whenever she showed the lest unwillingness, a cuff from behind brought her back to the direction of the door.

And thus they went out, all three of them, amid the jeers and banter of the spectators, whilst the orchestra finished playing the finale with such thunder that the trombones seemed to be spitting bullets.
The old life began again.

After sleeping for twelve hours in her closet, Nana behaved very well for a week or so.