"I have never shouted out.

I don't wish the spectre to appear.

Oh! I understand, you want to drive it away from yourself.

I am innocent, I am innocent!" They looked at one another in terror, exhausted with fatigue, fearing they had evoked the corpse of the drowned man.

Their quarrels invariably ended in this way; they protested their innocence, they sought to deceive themselves, so as to drive away their bad dreams.