I saw something hideous in her.

I stopped upon the threshold.
"'Approach, approach her,' said her sister.
"'Yes, probably she repents,' thought I; 'shall I forgive her?
Yes, she is dying, I must forgive her,' I added, trying to be generous.
"I approached the bedside.

With difficulty she raised her eyes, one of which was swollen, and uttered these words haltingly: "'You have accomplished what you desired.

You have killed me.' "And in her face, through the physical sufferings, in spite of the approach of death, was expressed the same old hatred, so familiar to me.
"'The children.

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