The crisis threatening Madame Raquin took place.

The paralysis, which for several months had been creeping along her limbs, always ready to strangle her, at last took her by the throat and linked her body.

One evening, while conversing peacefully with Therese and Laurent, she remained in the middle of a sentence with her mouth wide open: she felt as if she was being throttled.

When she wanted to cry out and call for help, she could only splutter a few hoarse sounds.

Her hands and feet were rigid.