There was something awful and revolting in the memory of what had been bought at this fearful price of shame.

Shame at their spiritual nakedness crushed her and infected him.

But in spite of all the murderer's horror before the body of his victim, he must hack it to pieces, hide the body, must use what he has gained by his murder.

And with fury, as it were with passion, the murderer falls on the body, and drags it and hacks at it; so he covered her face and shoulders with kisses.