"You lie! One doesn't tear up a thing like that! One doesn't destroy a secret like that!"
She repeated:
"I tore it up; but I read it first. Cut the bonds of my friends; and I reveal the secret to you."
He howled:
"You lie! You lie! The envelope at once.... Ah, if you think that you can go on laughing at me for very long! I've had enough of it! For the last time, the envelope!"
"No," she said.
He rushed towards the cell in which the child was lying, tore the cloak off him, seized his hair with one hand and began to swing him like a bundle he was going to throw to a distance.
"The envelope! Or I smash his head against the wall!" he shouted at Dorothy.
He was a loathsome sight. His features were distorted by a horrible ferocity. His confederates gazed at him, laughing.
Dorothy raised her hand in token of acceptance.