Why, what was the reason of it all?
The other had turned thief now! They were mad in that family! She ceased struggling in self-defense; she seemed no longer mistress in her own house and allowed Mme Hugon to give what orders she liked.

The servants had at last hurried up, and the old lady insisted on their carrying the fainting Georges down to her carriage.

She preferred killing him rather than letting him remain in that house.

With an air of stupefaction Nana watched the retreating servants as they supported poor, dear Zizi by his legs and shoulders.

The mother walked behind them in a state of collapse; she supported herself against the furniture; she felt as if all she held dear had vanished in the void.