I want you to confess your crime, to take your share in the murder.

It will tranquillise and relieve me." "But _I_ did not drown Camille," she pleaded.
"Yes, you did, a thousand times yes!" he shouted.

"Oh! You feign astonishment and want of memory.

Wait a moment, I will recall your recollections." Rising from table, he bent over the young woman, and with crimson countenance, yelled in her face: "You were on the river bank, you remember, and I said to you in an undertone: 'I am going to pitch him into the water.' Then you agreed to it, you got into the boat.

You see that we murdered him together." "It is not true," she answered.