Oh, you villain! you villain! What have I over done, what sin of my ancestors am I expiating, that I should be compelled to call such a man Father ?' My uncle shrugged his shoulders as if to say that it was useless to argue with a woman's tantrums.

The hussar and I made as if we would stroll away, for it was embarrassing to stand listening to such words, but in her fury she called to us to stop and be witnesses against him.
Never have I seen such a recklessness of passion as blazed in her dry wide-opened eyes.
'You have deceived others, but you have never deceived me,' she cried.
'I know you as your own conscience knows you.

You may murder me, as you murdered my mother before me, but you can never frighten me into being your accomplice.

You proclaimed yourself a Republican that you might creep into a house and estate which do not belong to you.

And now you try to make a friend of Buonaparte by betraying your old associates, who still trust in you.