You have killed her.

Go away, my son," she added, with a gesture that took all her remaining strength, "and never let me see you again.

You are a monster." "I kill her ?" "Her trey has turned up," cried Joseph, "and you stole the money for her stake." "Well, if she is dying of a lost trey, it isn't I who have killed her," said the drunkard.
"Go, go!" said Agathe.

"You fill me with horror; you have every vice.

My God! is this my son ?" A hollow rattle sounded in Madame Descoings's throat, increasing Agathe's anger.
"I love you still, my mother,--you who are the cause of all my misfortunes," said Philippe.