Go on, he doesn't know we threw him in the
water."
Therese with her head under the bedclothes, was uttering smothered
groans.
"We threw him into the water, because he was in our way," resumed her
husband. "And we'll throw him in again, will we not? Don't act like a
child. Show a little strength. It's silly to trouble our happiness. You
see, my dear, when we are dead and underground, we shall be neither less
nor more happy, because we cast an idiot in the Seine, and we shall have
freely enjoyed our love which will have been an advantage. Come, give me
a kiss."
The young woman kissed him, but she was icy cold, and half crazy, while
he shuddered as much as she did.
For a fortnight Laurent was asking himself how he could kill Camille
again. He had flung him in the water; and yet he was not dead enough,
because he came every night to sleep in the bed of Therese. While the
murderers thought that having committed the crime, they could love one
another in peace, their resuscitated victim arrived to make their touch
like ice. Therese was not a widow. Laurent found that he was mated to a
woman who already had a drowned man for husband.
CHAPTER XXIII
Little by little, Laurent became furiously mad, and resolved to drive
Camille from his bed.
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