Look, did you not come up to my room one evening, did you not intoxicate me with your caresses to persuade me to rid you of your husband?
You told me, when I visited you here, that he displeased you, that he had the odour of a sickly child.

Did I think of all this three years ago?
Was I a rascal?
I was leading the peaceful existence of an upright man, doing no harm to anybody.

I would not have killed a fly." "It was you who killed Camille," repeated Therese with such desperate obstinacy that she made Laurent lose his head.
"No, it was you, I say it was you," he retorted with a terrible burst of rage.

"Look here, don't exasperate me, or if you do you'll suffer for it.

What, you wretch, have you forgotten everything?
You who maddened me with your caresses! Confess that it was all a calculation in your mind, that you hated Camille, and that you had wanted to kill him for a long time.