They both spoke at once, and the boy chimed in as well.
"She's the one that's in the wrong, monsieur le commissaire."
"That ain't true, for she says I stole her dog."
"Of course, when I saw you."
"You lie!"
"And she kicked me in the fat of my leg, above the garter."
"And she pinched me so she tore my dress, and you can see the marks of her nails."
"Shut up, you saucy hussy! you ought to tell him that you're the cause——"
"Yes, monsieur le commissaire; she's the cause of it. I've never been here before—this is the first time, I can tell you that!"
The boy, who had the Limousin accent, and talked as if his mouth were full of paste, tried to put in a word: