When she saw my face at the window she threw herself forward, and shouted in a voice laden with menace, “Monster, give me my child!” She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion. Finally, she threw herself forward, and though I could not see her, I could hear the beating of her naked hands against the door.
The baby he heard with the girls was hers.
