But in the midst of her shame, her folly, her debauchery, it seemed to her that she should be less wild, less shameful, less dissipated, if there were something or some one in the world whom she could love, and who could love her. It was necessary that it should be a child, because only a child could be sufficiently innocent for that.
Mais dans sa honte, dans sa folie et dans son abandon, il lui semblait qu’elle serait moins honteuse, moins folle et moins abandonnée, s’il y avait quelque chose au monde ou quelqu’un qu’elle pût aimer et qui pût l’aimer.