My sister is dead too, outraged, murdered.

You know ?" "Yes, yes, we know." "I want to get my revenge on someone and who better than she ?" The young officer did not dare again to look at the young woman.

He could feel the horror, the amazement, the contempt in her glance.

Was this one of the loyal Marteaux?
"Make her suffer for us!" "Our children!" "Our mothers!" "Our daughters!" cried one after the other, intoxicated with their wrongs, real or fancied, their faces black with rage, their clenched hands raised to heaven as if invoking vengeance.
"Have no fear," said Marteau.

"Because of my father's position I know where the wine cellar is, and there is food there." "Lead on," said the chief.