Theresa Raquin

She had only loved with blood and nerves, as yet, and she now began to love with her head.

She thought of her sweetheart as of a dog who would have guarded and protected her.

She felt the necessity of acting and seeing. From morning to night, she watched the people passing through the arcade. The noise, and going and coming diverted her. She became inquisitive and talkative, in a word a woman, for hitherto she had only displayed the actions and ideas of a man.

Occasionally Laurent reflected that he had killed Camille so as to do nothing ever afterwards, and now that he did nothing, he was quite astonished to suffer so much.

It was their desire for calm slumber that made them wish for their union.

After over a year of indifference, Laurent's sudden attentions had aroused her senses.

woman, the friend of the husband, the spoilt child of the mother.

he had become the sweetheart of the

She liked this young fellow with that expansive feeling that old women display for people who come from their own part of the country, bringing with them memories of the past.

The truth was that an idiotic ambition had alone impelled Camille to leave Vernon. He wished to find a post in some important administration.