But I remember, "dragging an ancient name." It struck me, at the time, by its forlornness, as part of an appeal to her.
It was so pathetically tiny a motive, so out of tone, that it stuck in my mind.

I only remember the upshot of my speech; that, unless she swore--oh, yes, swore--to have done with de Mersch, I would denounce her to my aunt at that very moment and in that very house.
And she said that it was impossible..