It appeared to them that their eyes mutually penetrated their flesh, and buried clear, keen phrases in their bodies.

At moments, they fancied they heard themselves speaking aloud.
Their senses changed.

Sight became a sort of strange and delicate hearing.

They so distinctly read their thoughts upon their countenances, that these thoughts took a peculiarly piercing sound that agitated all their organism.

They could not have understood one another better, had they shouted in a heartrending voice: "We have killed Camille, and his corpse is there, extended between us, making our limbs like ice." And the terrible confidence continued, more manifest, more resounding, in the calm moist air of the room.
Laurent and Therese had commenced the mute narration from the day of their first interview in the shop.