"Still, he was quite calm. He even talked merrily after his usual
manner; and it must have been in his intelligible look alone, which
ever and anon rested on me, that I read his obstinate determination. He
meant to kill him a mile farther on, perhaps two, at the exact place
he had settled in his mind, and as to which I was in ignorance. This
was certain. One could even see it glittering in the tranquil glances
which he cast upon the other who presently would be no more. I said
nothing, feeling a violent interior trepidation, which I exerted myself
to conceal by smiling when either of them looked at me. How was it that
I never even thought of preventing all this? It was only later on, when
I sought to understand my attitude, that I felt astonished I did not
run to the door and shout out, or that I did not pull the alarm bell.
At that time I was as if paralysed, I felt myself radically powerless.
When I only think that I have not the courage to bleed a fowl! Oh! what
I suffered on that hideous night! Oh! the frightful horror that howled
within me!"
"But tell me," said Jacques, "did you help him to kill the old fellow?"
"I was in a corner," she continued without answering. "My husband sat
between me and the President, who occupied the other corner. They
chatted together about the forthcoming elections. From time to time I
noticed my husband bend forward, and cast a glance outside to find out
where we were, as if impatient. Each time he acted thus, I followed
his eyes, and also ascertained how far we had travelled. The night was
not very dark, the black masses of trees could be seen filing past with
furious rapidity. And there was always that thunder of wheels, such as
I had never heard before, a frightful tumult of enraged and moaning
voices, a lugubrious wail of animals howling at death! The train flew
along at full speed. Suddenly there came flashes of light, and the
reverberating echo of the locomotive and carriages passing betwixt the
buildings of a station. We were at Maromme, already two leagues and a
half from Rouen. Malaunay would be next, and then Barentin.
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