Had the well, had the entire wall, disappeared beneath the earth, she would not have been more stupefied.

She had never thought that this door would open again.

In her mind it had been walled up ever since the hour of Macquart's death.

And amidst her amazement she felt angry, indignant with the sacrilegious hand that had penetrated this violation, and left that white open space agape like a yawning tomb.

She stepped forward, yielding to a kind of fascination, and halted erect within the framework of the door.
Then she gazed out before her, with a feeling of dolorous surprise.