"Ah! you are mine, mine only, mine," cried Coquerette kissing, bewildered, the impression of her teeth, "I have marked you with my sign, you belong to me. I love you, Sidoine, I love you even to death. Ah! I have never felt anything like it!"
She lifted him up, made him sit down, placed herself at his feet.
"She is dead," said Sidoine, still giddy, but recovered, "she is dead, but I will love her eternally."
"And me? And me?"
Sidoine did not reply.
"And me? And me?"
Sidoine gently kissed her brow.
"And me? And me?"
"She is dead!" said Sidoine.
"I will die," said Coquerette.