Guy de Maupassant

“ I am indeed Laroche-Mathieu, minister," and pointing to Georges' breast, he added, "and that scoundrel wears upon his coat the cross of honor which I gave him."
⁠Du Roy turned pale. With a rapid gesture he tore the decoration from his buttonhole and throwing it in the fire exclaimed: "That is what a decoration is worth which is given by a scoundrel of your order."
⁠The commissioner stepped between them, as they stood face to face, saying: "Gentlemen, you forget yourselves and your dignity."
⁠Madeleine smoked on calmly, a smile hovering about her lips. ”

“ I am worse than mad--I am culpable, wretched--I have no possible hope, and that thought almost destroys my reason. When I hear that you are going to be married, I feel murder in my heart. You must forgive me, Suzanne."
⁠He paused. The young girl murmured half sadly, half gaily: "It is a pity that you are married; but what can you do? It cannot be helped." ”

“ Suzanne, in surprise, returned to the salon.
⁠When Du Roy arrived home, he asked Madeleine, who was writing letters: "Shall you dine at the Walters' Friday? I am going."
⁠She hesitated: "No, I am not well. I prefer to remain here."
⁠"As you like. No one will force you." Then he took up his hat and went out. ”