This miserable frame, which had grown to maturity between warm blankets, was now shivering on a cold slab.
When Laurent could at last tear himself from the poignant curiosity that kept him motionless and gaping before his victim, he went out and begun walking rapidly along the quay.

And as he stepped out, he repeated: "That is what I have done.

He is hideous." A smell seemed to be following him, the smell that the putrefying body must be giving off.
He went to find old Michaud, and told him he had just recognized Camille lying on one of the slabs in the Morgue.

The formalities were performed, the drowned man was buried, and a certificate of death delivered.
Laurent, henceforth at ease, felt delighted to be able to bury his crime in oblivion, along with the vexatious and painful scenes that had followed it..