As if a current of thought had been suddenly sent through her, she drew herself up with a little shiver, and looked at him as if she were about to speak; but instead of doing so, a strange, unhappy smile passed across her lips.
He saw that all the goodness of her nature was trying to arouse itself and assure him of forgiveness.

It did not deceive him in the least.
"I won't be so mean now as to say I was weak," he added.

"I was not weak; I was bad.

I always felt I was born a liar and a thief.

I've lied to myself all my life; and I've lied to other people because I never was a true man." "A thief!" she said at last, scarcely above a whisper, and looking at him with a flash of horror in her eyes.