Theresa Raquin

brought with him a great fellow with square shoulde

in, pointing to the newcomer, "d

eeking among her recollections and finding noth

utiful fields of corn out Jeufosse way. Don't you remember? I went to school with him; he came to fetch me of a mo

orget her lapse of memory in greeting him, by recalling a thousand little incidents of the past, and by adopting a wheedling manner towards him that was quite maternal

s-Railway-Station for eighteen months, and it was only to-night that we m

ider, and pinched his lips, proud to be a humble wheel

francs a year. His father sent him to college. He had read for the bar,

ling," boldly r

with a florid complexion, astonished her. It was with a feeling akin to admiration, that she contemplated his low forehead planted with coarse black hair, his full cheeks, his red lips, his regular features of sanguineous beauty. For an instant her eye

nate tranquil manner. One felt that his apparel concealed round and well-developed muscles, and a body of thick hard flesh. Therese exa

number, to show his friend that he also studied. Then, as if answering an

Don't you remember that little cousi

ing Madame," answered Laurent, l

gave a forced smile, and after exchanging a few words with Laurent

able, and commenced the soup, Camille thou

r father?"

ent. "We are not on good terms; we

clerk, astonished a

sent me to college, in the fond hope that later on, he would find in me an advocate who would win him all his

vocate?" inquired Camille,

e allowance of 1,200 francs which my father made me. I lived with one of my college chums, who is a painter, and I set ab

y opened their e

e to return and plough the land with him. I then tried to paint pictures on religious subjects which proved bad business. As I could plainly see that I was goin

ull-blooded man for everything, and very pronounced ideas as to easy and lasting employment. The only ambition of this great powerful frame was to do nothing, to grovel in idleness an

therein a calling suitable to an idle man. The paint-brush struck him as being an instrument light to handle, and he fancied success e

mself a coward. He would not have accepted a day without bread, for the utmost glory art could bestow. As he had said himself, he sent art to the deuce, as soon as he recognised that it would never suffice

en voluptuously grovelling for four or five years. He also regretted the women who came to pose there. Nevertheless he found himself at ease in his position as clerk; he lived very well in a brutish fashion, and

a simpleton. This feeble man was dreaming, in a childish manner, of this studio li

re lady models who posed

h a smile, and looking at There

ghing like a child. "It would have made me feel most awkward. I

was attentively looking at the palm. His fingers g

al. This devilish art is exceedingly amusing, only it does not bring in a sou. I had a red-

black eyes seemed like two fathomless holes, and through her parted lips could be perceived the rosy tint of the

pleted his phrase by a broad voluptuous gesture, which the young woman followed with her

nt, who for some minutes had bee

ted out, "I must pa

e Raquin and her son, but

four o'clock, I can come here, and let you give me a sitting for a co

with joy. "You shall dine with us. I will have

Michaud made their entry. Olivier

rding to his idea, had risen far too rapidly. Besides, the introduction of a new-comer was quite an important matt

the company, so as to make himself acceptable to them at once. He related anecdote

talking, avoiding the eyes of Laurent, who for that matter did not trouble himself about her. The sanguineous temperament of t