One evening she had such an attack of shivering when she went to bed that she thought she would never be able to recover from it.
That idea was at the same time both cruel and sweet.

She suffered from it as if it were too great a joy.

Even the next day her heart beat as if it would break, and her ears were filled with a singing sound, like the ringing of a distant bell.

What could it mean?
Was she in love, or was she about to die?
Thinking thus, she smiled sweetly at Hubertine, who, in the act of waxing her thread, was looking at her anxiously.
Moreover, Angelique had made a vow that she would never again see Felicien.

She no longer ran the risk of meeting him among the brambles and wild grasses in the Clos-Marie, and she had even given up her daily visits to the poor.