"Qu'elle est mchante," said Madame Melmotte. "Oh, she is so bad. Sir Felix, you had better go too. Yes,--indeed."
"No," said Marie, running to him, and taking hold of his arm. "Why should he go? I want papa to know."
"Il vous tuera," said Madame Melmotte. "My God, yes."

"Oh, she is so bad," said Madame Melmotte. "Sir Felix, you had better go too."
"No," said Marie, running to him, and taking hold of his arm. "Why should he go? I want papa to know."
"He will kill you," said Madame Melmotte. "My God, yes."
