But, in mercy, do not accuse me of killing Camille.

Keep your crime for yourself.

Do not seek to make me more terrified than I am already." Laurent raised his hand to strike her in the face.
"Beat me, I prefer that," said she, "I shall suffer less." And she advanced her head.

But he restrained himself, and taking a chair, sat down beside her.
"Listen," he began in a voice that he endeavoured to render calm, "it is cowardly to refuse to take your share in the crime.

You know perfectly well that as we did the deed together, you know you are as guilty as I am.