“No one can go without paying me.”
And she went and shut all the doors, the keys of which she put in the pockets.
Gilline, lifting her glass, said:
“The bird is in the cage, let us drink.”
Thereupon two girls called Gena and Margot said to her:
“Is this another one that you are going to have put to death, wicked woman?”
“I do not know,” said Gilline, “let us drink.”
But the three girls would not drink with her.
And Gilline took her viol and sang, in French:
“To viol’s tone I sing