Without heeding her, without hearing what she said, he grasped her
brutally in his arms, crushing her lips beneath his own. She uttered
a feeble cry, which was more like a moan, so deep, so sweet, that
it revealed the tenderness she had so long concealed. Then, as he,
breathless, ceased his kisses and looked at her, he was all at once
seized with frenzy, with such frightful ferocity, that he glanced round
about him in search of a weapon, a stone, something, in fact, to kill
her with. His eyes fell upon the scissors, shining among the bits of
cord. At a bound, he secured them, and he would have buried them in her
bosom had not an icy chill brought him suddenly to his senses. Casting
the scissors from him, he fled, distracted, while she imagined he had
left her because she had resisted his caress.
Jacques fled in the melancholy night. He ascended at full speed a path
on the hillside, which brought him down to a little dale. The stones he
scattered beneath his feet, alarmed him, and he tore off to the left
among the bushes, there he bent round to the right, and came to a bare
plateau. Abruptly descending from the high ground, he fell into the
hedge bordering the line; a train flew along, roaring and flaming. At
first he failed to understand what it could be, and felt terrified. Ah!
yes, all this multitude that was passing, the continual flood, while he
stood there in anguish!
He started off once more, climbing the hill and descending again. He
now constantly encountered the railway line, either at the bottom of
deep cuttings, resembling unfathomable depths, or else on embankments
that shut out the horizon with gigantic barricades. This desert
country, broken up into hillocks, was like a labyrinth without issue,
where he, in his folly, wheeled round and round in the mournful
desolation of the fallow land. And he had been beating up and down the
inclines a long time, when before him he perceived the round opening,
the black jaw of the tunnel. An up-train plunged into it, howling and
whistling, leaving behind, when it had disappeared, absorbed by the
earth, a prolonged concussion that made the ground quake.
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