She clung more heavily than ever, refusing to let go.

This unexpected obstacle, this burden, and this repugnant touch only irritated me the more.

I perceived that I was completely mad, that I must be frightful, and I was glad of it.

With a sudden impulse, and with all my strength, I dealt her, with my left elbow, a blow squarely in the face.
"She uttered a cry and let go my arm.

I wanted to follow the other, but I felt that it would be ridiculous to pursue in my stockings the lover of my wife, and I did not wish to be grotesque, I wished to be terrible.
In spite of my extreme rage, I was all the time conscious of the impression that I was making upon others, and even this impression partially guided me.
"I turned toward her.