But bitter and close as it is, what is left with us is pity for humanity, pity for the woman, pity for the lover, pity for the husband.
Again, in the case of Sebald and Ottima in _Pippa Passes_, pity also rules.

Love passing into lust has led to hate, and these two have slaked their hate and murdered Luca, Ottima's husband.

They lean out of the window of the shrub-house as the morning breaks.

For the moment their false love is supreme.

Their crime only creeps like a snake, half asleep, about the bottom of their hearts; they recall their early passion and try to brazen it forth in the face of their murder, which now rises, dreadful and more dreadful, into threatening life in their soul.