"Send me away!" she repeated, still quite dazed.

"But it is impossible--" her voice began to break, as if some one were shaking her violently by the shoulders.

"Oh no, no! You w-ill n-ot--no-o-o!" The sound grew more piercing as she went on, and the words were soon lost, as she broke into a violent fit of hysterical crying.
Marietta's anger subsided as her pity for the poor creature increased.
She had made a great effort to speak quietly and not to say more than she meant, and she had certainly not expected to produce such a tremendous commotion.

Nella tore her hair, drew her nails down her cheeks, as if she would tear them with scratches, rocked herself forwards and backwards and from side to side, the tears poured down her brown cheeks, she screamed and blubbered and whimpered in quick alternation, and in a few moments tumbled into the corner of a big chair, a sobbing and convulsed little heap of womanhood.
Marietta tried to quiet her, and was so sorry for her that she could almost have cried too, until she remembered the detestable things which Nella had said about Zorzi, and which the woman's screams had driven out of her memory for an instant.

Then she longed to beat her for saying them, and still Nella alternately moaned and howled, and twisted herself in the corner of the big chair.