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"I cast a glance at the children, and then at her bruised and swollen
face, and for the first time I forgot myself (my rights, my pride), and
for the first time I saw in her a human being, a sister.
"And all that which a moment before had been so offensive to me now
seemed to me so petty,--all this jealousy,--and, on the contrary, what
I had done seemed to me so important that I felt like bending over,
approaching my face to her hand, and saying:
"'Forgive me!'
"But I did not dare. She was silent, with eyelids lowered, evidently
having no strength to speak further. Then her deformed face began to
tremble and shrivel, and she feebly pushed me back.
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'Why has all this happened? Why?'
'Forgive me,' said I.
'Yes, if you had not killed me,' she cried suddenly, and her eyes shone
feverishly. 'Forgiveness--that is nothing. . . . If I only do not die!
Ah, you have accomplished what you desired! I hate you!'
"Then she grew delirious. She was frightened, and cried:
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