"No, no; you want to wheedle me over with your smooth, canting words; but it won't do,—you sha'n't have it, I tell you."
"Come, come, now, La Louve, do not be ill-natured."
"Let me alone! You tire me to death!"
"Oh, pray do!"
"I will not!"
"Yes, do,—let me beg of you!"
"Now, don't put me in a passion," exclaimed La Louve, thoroughly irritated. "I have said no, and I mean no."
"Take pity on the poor thing, see how she is crying!"
"What is that to me? So much the worse for her; she is our pain-bearer" (souffre douleur).
"So she is," murmured out a number of the prisoners, instigated by the example of La Louve. "No, no, she ought not to have her rags back! So much the worse for Mont Saint-Jean."