"It's not as it seems.

I haven't forgiven her.

Oh, no!" "That's right; don't," said Newman.

"She's a bad case." "It's horrible, it's horrible," said M.Nioche; "but do you want to know the truth?
I hate her! I take what she gives me, and I hate her more.

To-day she brought me three hundred francs; they are here in my waistcoat pocket.