If I could undo what you have done I would gladly lay down my life.

If I could only undo what we did this morning! The shadow of it is growing darker and darker upon me.

And yet it seemed so wise; it seems so still.
We shall be safe again, all of us, and we have done that dead man no wrong." "None," he said.
"But when I think of you," she went on, "how you, still living, will long to know what is befalling us, how the children are growing up, and how your mother is, and how I live, yet never be able to satisfy this longing; how you will have to give us up, and never dare to make a sign; how you will drag on your life from year to year, a poor man among poor, ignorant, stupid men; how I may die, and you not know it, or you may die, and I not know it; I wonder how we could have done what we did this morning." "Oh, hush, hush, Felicita!" he exclaimed; "I have said all this to myself all this day, until I feel that my punishment is harder than I can bear.

Tell me, shall we undo it?
Shall I go to the mayor and deliver myself up as the man whose name I have given to the dead?
It can be done still; it is not too late.

You shall decide again." "No; I cannot accept disgrace," she answered passionately; "it is an evil thing to do, but it must be done.