"He was clean and honest, Boris.
I made him so.

He would have done fine things if you had let him live." "That breed ?" "Why, you yourself loved him when he was a boy!" "Stem and branch! I loved my little sister Anna, too.

But what did they do to her behind those marble walls?
Did you fiddle for her?
What was she when they let her go?
My pretty little Anna! The fires of hell for those damned green stones of yours, Stefani! She heard of them and wanted to see them, and you promised." "I?
I never promised Anna! ...

So that was it?
Boris, I only saw her there.

I never knew what brought her.