He longed for heavy sleep to crush his thoughts.

So long as he remained awake, he had sufficient energy to expel the phantom of his victim; but as soon as he lost command of his mind it led him to the acme of terror.
He again attempted to sleep.

Then came a succession of delicious spells of drowsiness, and abrupt, harrowing awakenings.

In his furious obstinacy, he still went to Therese, but only to always run against the body of Camille.

He performed the same journey more than ten times over.
He started all afire, followed the same itinerary, experienced the same sensations, accomplished the same acts, with minute exactitude; and more than ten times over, he saw the drowned man present himself to be embraced, when he extended his arms to seize and clasp his love.
This same sinister catastrophe which awoke him on each occasion, gasping and distracted, did not discourage him.