She added:
"You must have been leaning on me. I thought you were pushing me, hurting me."
She suffered visibly.
"Oh! my God! My pains have come back."
Since her illness, she sometimes had short attacks, spasms that quickly passed, but whose passage forced from her a groan or cry.
She turned towards George, looked fixedly into his eyes, and found there the traces of the tempest. And in a coaxing, reproachful tone she repeated:
"You did so hurt me!"
All at once George seized her in his arms, clasped her passionately to his breast, and smothered her under his kisses.
CHAPTER IX.
As the air was of an almost summer-like warmth, George proposed: