Out of the way, fellow!" he thundered, advancing upon the door.
But Mirepoix, who had placed himself with his back to it, to my astonishment did not give way.

His full bourgeois face was pale; yet peeping through my chink, I read in it a desperate resolution.

And oddly--very oddly, because I knew that, in keeping Madame de Pavannes a prisoner, he must be in the wrong--I sympathised with him.

Low-bred trader, tool of Pavannes though he was, I sympathised with him, when he said firmly: "She shall not go!" "I say she shall!" the priest shrieked, losing all control over himself.

"Fool! Madman! You know not what you do!" As the words passed his lips, he made an adroit forward movement, surprised the other, clutched him by the arms, and with a strength I should never have thought lay in his meagre frame, flung him some paces into the room.