Whenever my father's name is thrown in my face, I feel my whole body burning.

When the urchins cry at me as I pass, 'Eh, La Chantegreil,' I lose all control of myself, and feel that I should like to lay hold of them and whip them." After a savage pause she resumed: "As for you, you're a man; you're going to fight; you're very lucky." Silvere had let her speak on.

After a few steps he observed sorrowfully: "You are wrong, Miette; yours is bad anger.

You shouldn't rebel against justice.

As for me, I'm going to fight in defence of our common rights, not to gratify any personal animosity." "All the same," the young girl continued, "I should like to be a man and handle a gun.