" Separate! That's a thing to frighten me with!" Pierre leaped up from the sofa and rushed staggering toward her.
"I'll kill you!" he shouted, and seizing the marble top of a table with a strength he had never before felt, he made a step toward her brandishing the slab.
Helene's face became terrible, she shrieked and sprang aside.
His father's nature showed itself in Pierre.
He felt the fascination and delight of frenzy.