Paulette Dubois stood before him.
"It was you, then," he said, with a glowering look.

"What did you want with it ?" "What do you want with the hood in your coat there ?" She threw her head back with a spiteful laugh.

"Whose do you think it is ?" he said quietly.
"You and the schoolmaster made verses about her once." "It was Rosalie Evanturel ?" he asked, with aggravating composure.
"You have the hood-look at it! You saw her running down the road; I saw her come, watched her, and saw her go.

She is a thief--pretty Rosalie--thief and postmistress! No doubt she takes letters too." "The ones you wait for, and that never come--eh ?" Her face darkened with rage and hatred.

"I will tell the world she's a thief," she sneered.
"Who will believe you ?" "You will." She was hard and fierce, and looked him in the eyes squarely.