Get me some water, please! I must go upstairs.

My mother will be frightened." He was astonished: on fire himself, with every pulse beating madly, he was prepared for her to faint, to fall, to fling herself into his arms in gratitude; prepared for everything but this self-forgetfulness.
"Water ?" he said doubtfully, "but had you not better--take some wine, Anne ?" "To wash! To wash!" she replied sharply, almost angrily.

"How can I go to her in this state?
And do you shut the shutters." A stone had that moment passed through a pane of one of the windows.

The rout of women were gathering before the house; the step she advised was plainly necessary.

Fortunately the Royaumes' house, like all in the Corraterie--which formed an inner line of defence pierced by the Tertasse gate--had outside shutters of massive thickness, capable of being lowered from within.