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gently upon her shoulder, he asked her yet once again. His voice was changed, and was very hoarse. But he still tried to be gentle with her. โ€œMarie,โ€ he said, โ€œwill you do this to save your father from destruction?โ€

But she did not believe a word that he said to her. How could she believe him? He had taught her to regard him as her natural enemy, making her aware that it was his purpose to use her as a chattel for his own advantage, and never allowing her for a moment to suppose that aught that he did was to be done for her happiness. And now, almost in a breath, he had told her that this money was wanted that it might be settled on her and the man to whom she was to be married, and then that it might be used to save him from instant ruin. She believed neither one story nor the other. That she should have done as she was desired in this matter can hardly be disputed. The father had used her name because he thought that he could trust her. She was his daughter and should not have betrayed his trust. But she had steeled herself to obstinacy against him in all things. Even yet, after all that had passed, although she had consented to marry Lord Nidderdale, though she had been forced by what she had learned to despise Sir Felix Carbury, there was present to her an idea that she might escape with the man she really loved. But any such hope could depend only on the possession of the money which she now claimed as her own. Melmotte had endeavoured to throw a certain supplicatory pathos into the question he had asked her; but, though he was in some degree successful with his voice, his eyes and his mouth and his forehead still threatened her. He was always threatening her. All her thoughts respecting him reverted to that inward assertion that he might โ€œcut her to piecesโ€ if he liked. He repeated his question in the pathetic strain. โ€œWill you do this nowโ โ€”to save us all from ruin?โ€ But his eyes still threatened her.

โ€œNo;โ€ she said, looking up into his face as though watching for the personal attack which would be made upon her; โ€œno, I wonโ€™t.โ€

โ€œMarie!โ€ exclaimed Madame Melmotte.

She glanced round for a moment at her pseudo-mother with contempt. โ€œNo;โ€ she said. โ€œI donโ€™t think I oughtโ โ€”and I wonโ€™t.โ€

โ€œYou wonโ€™t!โ€ shouted Melmotte. She merely shook her head. โ€œDo you mean that you, my own child, will attempt to rob your father just at the moment you can destroy him by your wickedness?โ€ She shook her head but said no other word.

โ€œNec pueros coram populo Medea trucidet.โ€

โ€œLet not Medea with unnatural rage
Slaughter her mangled infants on the stage.โ€

Nor will I attempt to harrow my readers by a close description of the scene which followed. Poor Marie! That cutting her up into pieces was commenced after a most savage fashion. Marie crouching down hardly uttered a sound. But Madame Melmotte frightened beyond endurance screamed at the top of her voiceโ โ€”โ€œAh, Melmotte, tu la tueras!โ€ And then she tried to drag him from his prey. โ€œWill you sign them now?โ€ said Melmotte, panting. At that moment Croll, frightened by the screams, burst into the room. It was perhaps not the first time that he had interfered to save Melmotte from the effects of his own wrath.

โ€œOh, Mr. Melmotte, vat is de matter?โ€ asked the clerk.

Melmotte was out of breath and could hardly tell his story. Marie gradually recovered herself, and crouched, cowering, in a corner of a sofa, by no means vanquished in spirit, but with a feeling that the very life had been crushed out of her body. Madame Melmotte was standing weeping copiously, with her handkerchief up to her eyes. โ€œWill you sign the papers?โ€ Melmotte demanded. Marie, lying as she was, all in a heap, merely shook her head. โ€œPig!โ€ said Melmotteโ โ€”โ€œwicked, ungrateful pig.โ€

โ€œAh, Maโ€™am-moiselle,โ€ said Croll, โ€œyou should oblige your fader.โ€

โ€œWretched, wicked girl!โ€ said Melmotte, collecting the papers together. Then he left the room, and followed by Croll descended to the study, whence the Longestaffes and Mr. Bideawhile had long since taken their departure.

Madame Melmotte came and stood over the girl, but for some minutes spoke never a word. Marie lay on the sofa, all in a heap, with her hair dishevelled and her dress disordered, breathing hard, but uttering no sobs and shedding no tears. The stepmotherโ โ€”if she might so be calledโ โ€”did not think of attempting to persuade where her husband had failed. She feared Melmotte so thoroughly, and was so timid in regard to her own person, that she could not understand the girlโ€™s courage. Melmotte was to her an awful being, powerful as Satanโ โ€”whom she never openly disobeyed, though she daily deceived him, and was constantly detected in her deceptions. Marie seemed to her to have all her fatherโ€™s stubborn, wicked courage, and very much of his power. At the present moment she did not dare to tell the girl that she had been wrong. But she had believed her husband when he had said that destruction was coming, and had partly believed him when he declared that the destruction might be averted by Marieโ€™s obedience. Her life had been passed in almost daily fear of destruction. To Marie the last two years of splendour had been so long that they had produced a feeling of security. But to the elder woman the two years had not sufficed to eradicate the remembrance of former reverses, and never for a moment had she felt herself to be secure. At last she asked the girl what she would like to have done for her. โ€œI wish he had killed me,โ€ Marie said, slowly dragging herself up from the sofa, and retreating without another word to her own room.

In the meantime another scene was being acted in the room below. Melmotte after he

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