“Monsieur Gaspard Feraud has demanded my daughter. He wants her for a mistress, to turn her into one of his playthings.” “Can you refuse the swine?” He answered with a pained smile, twisting the rag he was holding. “If I don’t deliver my daughter to him in three days, his underlings will shut down our restaurant. His police chief will arrest me on trumped-up charges. My family would be at his mercy. I can’t . . . I just can’t bear the thought of Mai-Ly in the hands of that monster.”
