He walked with the same fatigue, the icy wind cut his lips and took his breath away, and yet a strange contentment urged him on, a perfect and almost intoxicating peace, the assurance that his goal had been reached and that he had now nothing but happiness to expect.
Il marchait pourtant du même pas fatigué, le vent glacé lui gerçait les lèvres, le suffoquait par instants ; et pourtant un contentement extraordinaire le soulevait, une tranquillité parfaite et presque enivrante, la certitude que son but était atteint et qu’il n’y avait plus maintenant que du bonheur à espérer.