Catherine reiterated her complaint.
“Be quiet,” said her husband, in tones of thunder. “Do not forget that I am Savin Barrau. You will have cause to remember this twentieth of July. Ask my pardon!”
At these words Catherine made another effort to release herself from his grasp, but Savin held her all the more firmly.
“Apologize, I tell you!”
“I will not!”
Pride overcame her pain. Her arm was aching terribly, but—she would never yield. Drops of perspiration stood on her forehead. Her heart within her seemed to stop beating. Though ready to faint, she still would have resisted, but her suffering was too great.
“Pardon me,” she cried, at length, in a grieved voice.
“You will not do so again?” demanded Savin, severely.
“No, no. Release me!”
“You will never again do so rude a thing?”