Frightened stopped and turned to face Mary looked humbly asking forgiveness, but I completed his sentence with the thought.

When Robert left the room, a feeling of joy came over me, a crazy joy that triggered a storm in my head, sowed confusion in my senses, and seemed to absorb it all, my pride, independence, respect myself .

The atmosphere of the sick room was heavy and enveloped my head like a blanket suffocating fumes of phenol burns my brain began to miss breathing.

I ran to the window, resting my forehead on the frame, breathed the cool night air that penetrated into the room through the cracks.

The day came through the curtains, a cold gray day, lost in the fog. Clouds rose heavily faded on the horizon, and throwing a pale glow over the trees dripping with moisture, and yet seemed to have robbed overnight, a part of the leaves.

What a night!

And many other more terrible than that, they will happen! What ghosts, spawned by the darkness, born in distress, will appear in favor of those nights, in my feverish mind!

I was shivering and I retreated to a corner: he was afraid of myself.

They spent the morning and I went slowly calming down. The memory of that night and he was cleared of foot disorders and the torments of conscience. What he had seen, what I had felt, I was more than a dream. I was overcome crushing laxity, closed my eyes and I ceased to think.