But however much he forced himself to hope, however much he dreamed of a future full of idleness and pleasure, he never ceased to feel abrupt shudders that gave his skin an icy chill, while at moments he continued to experience an anxiety that stifled his joy in his throat.
Mais il avait beau se forcer à l'espérance, il avait beau rêver un avenir gras de paresse et de volupté, il sentait toujours de brusques frissons lui glacer la peau, il éprouvait toujours, par moments, une anxiété qui étouffait la joie dans sa gorge.