She thus learned, detail by detail, all the events that had preceded and followed the murder of Camille.
Little by little her ears became polluted with an account of the filth and crimes of those whom she had called her children.
These quarrels of the married couple placed her in possession of the most minute circumstances connected with the murder, and spread out, one by one, before her terrified mind, all the episodes of the horrible adventure.

As she went deeper into this sanguinary filth, she pleaded in her mind for mercy, at times, she fancied she was touching the bottom of the infamy, and still she had to descend lower.

Each night, she learnt some new detail.

The frightful story continued to expand before her.
It seemed like being lost in an interminable dream of horror.

The first avowal had been brutal and crushing, but she suffered more from these repeated blows, from these small facts which the husband and wife allowed to escape them in their fits of anger, and which lit up the crime with sinister rays.