On another occasion she brought some ribbon home, to do up her old black hat which she was so ashamed of.

He asked her in a furious voice where she had got those ribbons from.

Had she earned them by lying on her back or had she bagged them somewhere?
A hussy or a thief, and perhaps both by now?
More than once he found her with some pretty little doodad.

She had found a little interlaced heart in the street on Rue d'Aboukir.

Her father crushed the heart under his foot, driving her to the verge of throwing herself at him to ruin something of his.