And yet you say--you reproach me!" "Well, mother, it is all right.

Forgive me.

It is time for you to go.
Kiss my brothers for me." "Am I not your mother?
Do I not feel sorry ?" At last she went away.

She wept bitterly, wiping her face with the edges of her kerchief, and she did not see the road.

And the farther she got from the prison the more bitterly she wept.