cast him down with all her might. The poor dog uttered a sound of pain—accustomed to better treatment—he got up, looked at the young girl with blank astonishment, and then went off limping and whining, apparently unable to understand women and their whims.
Upset in body and in mind as Camille was, this shock unnerved her quite; she thus lay awake the greatest part of the night trembling and convulsed with imaginary terrors in prey of anguish and remorse. Heaven had evidently abandoned her to her fate. This thought filled her with the deepest dismay and the most appalling dread; she felt as if she was going mad.
She took another spoonful of her quieting draught, and with its help she managed to fall asleep at day-break.
On the morrow young Des Grieux awoke with that same longing lust with which he had gone to bed the evening before, the whole day the stings of desire seemed to tweak his nerves, and made his prickle stand on its end. He passed his day listlessly as usual, all his
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