When they met at the rendezvous, Vanamee found her only with his groping hands.

They did not speak, mere words were useless between them.
Silently as his reaching hands touched her warm body, he took her in his arms, searching for her lips with his.

Then one night the tragedy had suddenly leaped from out the shadow with the abruptness of an explosion.
It was impossible afterwards to reconstruct the manner of its occurrence.

To Angele's mind--what there was left of it--the matter always remained a hideous blur, a blot, a vague, terrible confusion.
No doubt they two had been watched; the plan succeeded too well for any other supposition.

One moonless night, Angele, arriving under the black shadow of the pear trees a little earlier than usual, found the apparently familiar figure waiting for her.