The women were the most implacable.
One day, in the Palace of Justice, the _maitre_ Became convinced of this general animosity that was pushing the defendant toward the day of execution.

The woman who had charge of the gowns, a verbose old wife, on a familiar footing with the illustrious lawyers, had rudely made known their opinions.
"I wonder when they're going to execute that spy!...

If she were a poor woman with children and needed to earn their bread, they would have shot her long ago....

But she is an elegant _cocotte_ and with jewels.
Perhaps she has bewitched some of the cabinet ministers.

We are going to see her on the street now almost any day....