"You're not to try and find my husband!" she cried, between anger and dread. She swayed on her feet. The thick slur had disappeared from her voice in the instant.
"Mind your own business!" snapped Laroque, picking up his hat and coat, "and I'll mind mine!"
"You are not to ask him for that money!" she cried, her voice rising shrilly.
"I'll do just as I like!" he sneered. Jacqueline clutched the lapel of his coat with both hands and glared into his face with blazing eyes.
"You shall not go!" she screamed furiously.
"What kind of a fool do you think I am?" he cried, roughly, trying to break away from her grip. "Who'll stop me?"
Jacqueline, with clenched teeth, clung grimly to his coat.
"Take care, my girl!" he cried, threateningly, as he tried to wrench his coat out of her hands. "Take care or you'll regret it!"
"You shall not go, I tell you! You shan't go into that house and see my child. I won't let you go!"
Laroque jerked his coat out of her grip and in the same motion threw her violently against the bed.