That would be better." "Ah! as you said just now," the young girl murmured, "it would be better to die." At this longing for death they tightened their embrace.

Miette relied upon dying with Silvere; he had only spoken of himself, but she felt that he would gladly take her with him into the earth.

They would there be able to love each other more freely than under the sun.

Aunt Dide would die likewise and join them.

It was, so to say, a rapid presentiment, a desire for some strange voluptuousness, to which Heaven, by the mournful accents of the tocsin, was promising early gratification.