At each flight, shivering as though the specter pursued, she repeated:
"I have killed him! I have killed him!"
She rushed from the doorway into the court, haggard, stretching away the accusing hand, and streaked across the court into the arms of Dossonville, screaming always:
"I have killed him!"
Above, the face of Javogues, purple and choking, appeared a moment at the window, and fell back, crying:
"Help! Help!"
From the four walls the windows put forth frightened heads. Two or three half-dressed figures came tumbling into the court. But Dossonville, seizing the maddened girl, rushed her away through the passage and up the street before the startled lodgers could divine what had happened.