There remains nothing healthy in me, all natural feelings have been spoilt and destroyed, and only envy and hatred could sprout up from such ruins.

So let me go back to my accursed hole, where death will some day come for me.

Farewell, brother!" But Guillaume, full of affection and compassion, caught hold of his arms and detained him.

"You shall not go, I will not allow you to go, without a positive promise that you will come back.

I don't wish to lose you again, especially now that I know all you are worth and how dreadfully you suffer.