Now I hate her almost cruelly.

No, I haven't forgiven her." "Why did you accept the money ?" Newman asked.
"If I hadn't," said M.Nioche, "I should have hated her still more.
That's what misery is.

No, I haven't forgiven her." "Take care you don't hurt her!" said Newman, laughing again.

And with this he took his leave.

As he passed along the glazed side of the cafe, on reaching the street, he saw the old man motioning the waiter, with a melancholy gesture, to replenish his glass.
One day, a week after his visit to the Cafe de la Patrie, he called upon Valentin de Bellegarde, and by good fortune found him at home.