I ought to have saved my husband from your hands.

Oh! I am aware of all the horror of my fault.

But I have sought pardon, and I have succeeded, Laurent, whereas you continue to lead a disconsolate life.
You have not even had the feeling to spare my poor aunt the sight of your vile anger.

You have never even addressed a word of regret to her." And she embraced Madame Raquin, who shut her eyes.

She hovered round her, raising the pillow that propped up her head, and showing her all kinds of attention.