"Rid me of that ruffian's company," said she.
Marius looked back at "Battista," and from him to Valerie.

Then he smiled and made a slight movement with his shoulders.
"But to what end ?" he asked, as one who pleadingly opposes an argument that is unreasonable.

"Another would replace him, and there is little to choose among the men that garrison Condillac." "Little, perhaps; but that little matters." Sure of her ground, and gathering from his tone and manner that the more ardently she begged this thing the less likely would it be that she should prevail, she pursued her intercessions with a greater heat.

"Oh," she cried, in a pretended rage, "it is to insult me to give me that unclean knave for perpetual company.

I loathe and detest him.