Amidst the night, amidst the heartrending silence that prevailed, the furious grips they exchanged, were like a crushing weight cast on the head of Camille to keep him under water.
When the cab stopped, Michaud and his son got out the first, and Laurent bending towards his sweetheart gently murmured: "Be strong, Therese.

We have a long time to wait.

Recollect." Then the young woman opened her lips for the first time since the death of her husband.
"Oh! I shall recollect," said she with a shudder, and in a voice light as a puff of breath.
Olivier extended his hand, inviting her to get down.

On this occasion, Laurent went as far as the shop.

Madame Raquin was abed, a prey to violent delirium.