Then, unable to breathe any more, he turned round at a bound to resume his position on his back, and with his eyes wide open, received full in the face, the puffs of cold air from the window, seeking in the stars, in the bluish square of sky, a piece of advice about murder, a plan of assassination.
Puis, quand la respiration lui manquait, il se retournait d'un bond, se remettait sur le dos, et, les yeux grands ouverts, recevant en plein visage les souffles froids de la fenêtre, il cherchait dans les étoiles, dans la clarté bleuâtre du ciel, un conseil de meurtre, un plan d'assassinat.