The party were silent. Seated ugg classic tall at the bottom of the boat drifting with the stream, they watched the final gleams of light quitting the tall branches. They approached the islands. The great russety masses grew sombre; all the landscape became simplified in the twilight; the Seine, the sky, the islands, the slopes were naught but brown and grey patches which faded away amidst milky fog.
     Camille, who had ended by lying down on his stomach, with his head over the water, dipped his hands in the river.
     "The deuce! How cold it ugg boots sale is!" he exclaimed. "It would not be pleasant to go in there head foremost."
     Laurent did not answer. For an instant he had been observing the two banks of the river with uneasiness. He advanced his huge hands to his knees, tightly compressing his lips. Therese, rigid and motionless, with her head thrown slightly backward, waited.
     The skiff was about to enter a small arm of the river, that was sombre and narrow, penetrating between two islands. Behind one of these islands ugg boots sale could be distinguished the softened melody of a boating party who seemed to be ascending the Seine. Up the river in the distance, the water was free.
     Then Laurent rose and grasped Camille round the body. The clerk burst into laughter.
     "Ah, no, you tickle me," said he, "none of those jokes. Look here, stop; you'll make me fall over."
     Laurent grasped him tighter, and gave a jerk. Camille turning round, perceived the terrifying face of his friend, violently agitated. He failed to uggs on sale understand. He was seized with vague terror. He wanted to shout, and felt a rough hand seize him by the throat. With the instinct of an animal on the defensive, he rose to his knees, clutching the side of the boat, and struggled for a few seconds.
     "Therese! Therese!" he called in a stifling, sibilant voice.
     The young woman looked at him, clinging with both hands to the seat. The skiff creaked and danced upon the river. She could not close her ugg classic short boots eyes, a frightful contraction kept them wide open riveted on the hideous struggle. She remained rigid and mute.
     "Therese! Therese!" again cried the unfortunate man who was in the throes of death.
     At this final appeal, Therese burst into sobs. Her nerves had given way. The attack she had been dreading, cast her to the bottom of the boat, where she remained doubled up in a swoon, and as if dead.