And then show some good nature yourself, and realise that if you care for him you ought to give him me at once in his own interest.

Give him back his liberty, and you will soon see that I'm the one he loves." "You lie, you lie! You wretched child, you only want to torture and kill me!" Then, in her fury and distress, Eve remembered that she was the mother, and that it was for her to chastise that unworthy daughter.

There was no stick near her, but from a basket of the yellow roses, whose powerful scent intoxicated both of them, she plucked a handful of blooms, with long and spiny stalks, and smote Camille across the face.

A drop of blood appeared on the girl's left temple, near her eyelid.
But she sprang forward, flushed and maddened by this correction, with her hand raised and ready to strike back.

"Take care, mother! I swear I'd beat you like a gipsy! And now just put this into your head: I mean to marry Gerard, and I will; and I'll take him from you, even if I have to raise a scandal, should you refuse to give him to me with good grace." Eve, after her one act of angry vigour, had sunk into an armchair, overcome, distracted.