At present, amid the suffering which marriage, which life in common imposed on them, they revolted and flew into anger.
It was a bitter hatred, with terrible outbursts.

They felt they were in the way of one another, and both inwardly said that they would lead a tranquil existence were they not always face to face.

When in presence of each other, it seemed as if an enormous weight were stifling them, and they would have liked to remove this weight, to destroy it.

Their lips were pinched, thoughts of violence passed in their clear eyes, and a craving beset them to devour one another.
In reality, one single thought tormented them: they were irritated at their crime, and in despair at having for ever troubled their lives.
Hence all their anger and hatred.

They felt the evil incurable, that they would suffer for the murder of Camille until death, and this idea of perpetual suffering exasperated them.