You do not understand!" I looked amazedly at this angry woman.

I had a difficulty in associating her with my cousin.

As for Croisette, he stepped forward abruptly, and picked up a white object which was lying at her feet.
"Yes, read it!" she cried, "read it! Ah!" and she clenched her little hand, and in her passion struck the oak table beside her, so that a stain of blood sprang out on her knuckles.

"Why did you not kill him?
Why did you not do it when you had the chance?
You were three to one," she hissed.

"You had him in your power! You could have killed him, and you did not! Now he will kill me!" Madame Claude muttered something tearfully; something about Pavannes and the saints.