So the paralysed woman had to accept the thanks and effusions that her heart repelled.

Henceforth, she lived in a state of bitter but powerless irritation, face to face with her yielding niece who displayed adorable acts of tenderness to recompense her for what she termed her heavenly goodness.
When Therese knelt before Madame Raquin, in the presence of her husband, he brutally brought her to her feet.
"No acting," said he.

"Do I weep, do I prostrate myself?
You do all this to trouble me." The remorse of Therese caused him peculiar agitation.

His suffering increased now that his accomplice dragged herself about him, with eyes red by weeping, and supplicating lips.

The sight of this living example of regret redoubled his fright and added to his uneasiness.