Where the deuce did you learn to have talent?
It is not usually a thing that one acquires." And he considered Laurent, whose voice appeared to him more gentle, while every gesture he made had a sort of elegance.

The artist had no idea of the frightful shock this man had received, and which had transformed him, developing in him the nerves of a woman, along with keen, delicate sensations.

No doubt a strange phenomenon had been accomplished in the organism of the murderer of Camille.

It is difficult for analysis to penetrate to such depths.

Laurent had, perhaps, become an artist as he had become afraid, after the great disorder that had upset his frame and mind.
Previously, he had been half choked by the fulness of his blood, blinded by the thick vapour of breath surrounding him.