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I have determined to set myself free from this heartless woman, who has treated me so cruelly, and is now about to break faith and betrayI have suffered fros into a bundle, and then wrote her as follows: "Dear Madaiven iven himself to a woman You have abused a as you were merely cruel and merciless, it was still possible for me to love you Now you are about to becoer the slave whom you can kick about and whip You yourself have seta woman I can only hate and despise

Severin Kusieress, and hastened away as fast as I could go I arrived at the railway-station all out of breath Suddenly I felt a sharp pain inthat I want to flee and I can't I turn back-- whither?--to her, whoain I pause I cannot go back I dare not

But how am I to leave Florence I remember that I haven't any money, not a penny Very well then, on foot; it is better to be an honest beggar than to eat the bread of a courtesan

But still I can't leave

She has e, my word of honor I have to return Perhaps she will release me

After a few rapid strides, I stop again

She has my word of honor andas she desires, until she herself gives h the Cascine down to the Arno, where its yelloaters plash monotonously about a couple of stray s There I sit, and cast up my final accounts with existence I let my entire life pass before me in review On the whole, it is rather a wretched affair--a few joys, an endless nus, and between these an abundant harvest of pains, miseries, fears, disappointrief

I thought of my mother, whom I loved so deeply and whom I had to watch waste away beneath a horrible disease; of my brother, who full of the promise of joy and happiness died in the flower of youth, without even having put his lips to the cup of life I thought of my dead nurse, my childhood playmates, the friends that had striven and studied with me; of all those, covered by the cold, dead, indifferent earth I thought ofbows to me, instead of to his mate--All have returned, dust unto dust