Camille went to sleep.
On summer evenings, the two young people ran to the edge of the water.
Camille, irritated at the incessant attentions of his mother, at times broke out in open revolt.

He wished to run about and make himself ill, to escape the fondling that disgusted him.

He would then drag Therese along with him, provoking her to wrestle, to roll in the grass.

One day, having pushed his cousin down, the young girl bounded to her feet with all the savageness of a wild beast, and, with flaming face and bloodshot eyes, fell upon him with clenched fists.

Camille in fear sank to the ground.
Months and years passed by, and at length the day fixed for the marriage arrived.