Theresa Raquin. Emile Zola

“Thus, while I was at Vernon – you perhaps remember the incident, Madame Raquin – a wagoner was murdered on the highway. The corpse was found cut in pieces, at the bottom of a ditch. The authorities were never able to lay hands on the culprit. He is perhaps still living at this hour. Maybe he is our neighbour, and perhaps M. Grivet will meet him on his way home.”

      Grivet turned pale as a sheet. He dared not look round. He fancied the murderer of the wagoner was behind him. But for that matter, he was delighted to feel afraid.

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      He sent me to Hamburg for ten days in 1892 to report on

      the appalling outbreak of cholera in that city, with the

      emoluments of ten pounds a day, besides printing several

      articles from my pen on Parisian topics. – E. V.