My mind may never have been well-balanced, and I think that at this time it tilted over to one side, never to tilt back.

And now my love, trampled in the mire, arose in the form of an evil determination.

I would do my brother and his wife an injury that could not be repaired.

I did not wish them dead; I wanted them to live and be miserable.

A year passed, and a boy was born.