She applauded herself, amid tears, at having united them, and at having abandoned to them her forty thousand francs.

Never, since the death of her son, had she counted on so much affection in her final moments.

Her old age was quite softened by the tenderness of her dear children.

She did not feel the implacable paralysis which, in spite of all, made her more and more rigid day by day.
Nevertheless, Therese and Laurent continued to lead their double existence.

In each of them there were like two distinct beings: a nervous, terrified being who shuddered as soon as dusk set in, and a torpid forgetful being, who breathed at ease when the sun rose.