The flesh of this drowned person was so soft and broken-up that the running water washing it, carried it away bit by bit.

The jet falling on the face, bored a hole to the left of the nose.
And, abruptly, the nose became flat, the lips were detached, showing the white teeth.

The head of the drowned man burst out laughing.
Each time Laurent fancied he recognised Camille, he felt a burning sensation in the heart.

He ardently desired to find the body of his victim, and he was seized with cowardice when he imagined it before him.
His visits to the Morgue filled him with nightmare, with shudders that set him panting for breath.

But he shook off his fear, taxing himself with being childish, when he wished to be strong.