The breath was struck out of her body.

She lay with her bosom heaving.
Helene Vauquier watched her for a moment with a grin, paying herself now for her respectful speeches and attendance.
"Yes, lie quietly and reflect, little fool!" she said savagely.

"Were you wise to come here and interfere with Helene Vauquier?
Hadn't you better have stayed and danced in your rags at Montmartre?
Are the smart frocks and the pretty hats and the good dinners worth the price?
Ask yourself these questions, my dainty little friend!" She drew up a chair to Celia's side, and sat down upon it comfortably.
"I will tell you what we are going to do with you, Mlle.Celie.

Adele Rossignol and that kind gentleman, M.Wethermill, are going to take you away with them.

You will be glad to go, won't you, dearie?
For you love M.Wethermill, don't you?
Oh, they won't keep you long enough for you to get tired of them.