"I am sorry she is dead because she cannot be here. I wish she were here. If only she were here, it would be complete. Then he would be afraid."
"Bon Dieu!" cried several, "he will kill him!" The thief had caught Pierre by the throat, and, scarce conscious of the peril of his own strength, he choked the struggling man, and at last, in wild rage, hurled him back amid a startled mass of tumbled people.
"Beast!" muttered François, at his full height regarding angrily the prostrate man.
In an instant the jailers were at his side. "What is this?" said they.
"He—he kicked my dog!"
"Did he? Well, no more of this, citizen."
"Then let him be careful how he kicks my dog; and take him away, or—"
Pierre needed no further advice.
Presently Ste. Luce came over to François.
"What is wrong?"