Then, Laurent, perceiving the marks of the teeth of his victim, experienced a certain emotion.

The blood flew to his head, and he now observed a strange phenomenon.

The ruby flood rushing to the scar had turned it purple, it became raw and sanguineous, standing out quite red against the fat, white neck.

Laurent at the same time felt a sharp pricking sensation, as if needles were being thrust into the wound, and he hurriedly raised the collar of his shirt again.
"Bah!" he exclaimed, "Therese will cure that.

A few kisses will suffice.
What a fool I am to think of these matters!" He put on his hat, and went downstairs.