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side; and they had so little room that they could not swing their fists without grazing them.
"Look out!" growled Chaval. "This time I'll have you."
From that moment Étienne became mad. His eyes seemed drowned in red vapour, his chest was congested by the flow of blood. The need to kill seized him irresistibly, a physical need, the bloody stimulus of mucus which causes a violent spasm of coughing. It rose and broke out beyond his will, beneath the pressure of the hereditary disease. He had seized a sheet of slate in the wall and he shook it and tore it out, a very large, heavy piece. Then with both hands and with exaggerated strength he brought it down on Chaval's skull.
The latter had no time to jump backwards. He fell, his face crushed, his skull broken. The brain had bespattered the roof of the gallery, and a purple jet flowed from the wound, like the continuous jet of a spring. Immediately there was a pool, which reflected the smoky star of the lamp. Darkness was invading the walled-up cave, and this body, lying on the earth, looked like the black boss of a mass of rough coal.
Leaning over, with wide eyes, Étienne looked at him. It was, then, done; he had killed. All his struggles came back to his memory confusedly, that useless fight against the poison which slept in his muscles, the slowly accumulated alcohol of his race. He was, however, only intoxicated by hunger; the remote intoxication of his parents had been enough. His hair stood up before the horror of this murder; and yet, in spite of the revolt which came from his education, a certain gladness made his heart beat, the animal joy of an appetite at length satisfied. He felt pride, too, the pride of the stronger man. The little soldier appeared before him, with his throat opened by a knife, killed by a child. Now he, too, had killed.
But Catherine, standing erect, uttered a loud cry:
"My God! he is dead!"
"Are you sorry?" asked Étienne, fiercely.
She was choking, she stammered. Then, tottering, she threw herself into his arms.
"Ah, kill me too! Ah, let us both die!"
She clasped him, hanging to his shoulders, and he clasped her; and they hoped that they would die. But Death was in no hurry, and they unlocked their arms. Then, while she hid her
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