He rapidly withdrew his hand so as not to feel the scar, but he was still conscious of its being there boring into and devouring his neck.

Then, when he delicately scratched it with his nail, the terrible burning sensation increased twofold.

So as not to tear the skin, he pressed his two hands between his doubled-up knees, and he remained thus, rigid and irritated, with the gnawing pain in his neck, and his teeth chattering with fright.
His mind now settled on Camille with frightful tenacity.

Hitherto the drowned man had not troubled him at night.

And behold the thought of Therese brought up the spectre of her husband.