"Off you go!" repeated Étienne. "Off you go, or I'll do for you!"
Chaval arose, and with the back of his hand wiped away the blood which continued to flow from his nose; with jaw smeared red and bruised eye, he went away trailing his feet, furious at his defeat. Catherine mechanically followed him. Then he turned round, and his hatred broke out in a flood of filth.
"No, no! since you want him, sleep with him, dirty jade! and don't put your b****y feet in my place again if you value your skin!"
He violently banged the door. There was deep silence in the warm room, the low crackling of the coal was alone heard. On the ground there only remained the overturned chair and a rain of blood which the sand on the floor was drinking up.
CHAPTER IV
When they came out of Rasseneur's, Étienne and
