family incest

Mother?" he faltered. "Hear what?" "What that vile woman said? This young lady whom she spoke of, whom her husband recognized, can be none other than Marguerite." "I am sure of it." He recoiled in horror. "You are sure of it!" he repeated; "and you can tell me this unmoved--coldly, as if it were a natural, a possible thing. Didn't you understand the shameful meaning of her insinuations? Didn't you see her hypocritical smile and the malice gleaming in her eyes?" He pressed his hands to his burning brow, and groaned "And I did not crush the infamous wretch! I did not fell her to the ground!" Ah! if she had obeyed the impulse of family incest heart. Madame Ferailleur would have thrown her arms round her son's neck, and have mingled her tears with his, but reason prevailed. The worthy woman's hea.