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“I love you. We will not tell anybody. Nobody will know it. I will marry you to-morrow if you like. I love you so much that I cannot resist the temptation to possess you as mine. I will kiss you till you answer me. Well, Tenaida? Then they became locked in an all-passionate embrace, and, and….”
The young, intoxicated lover began to kiss her again vehemently, actually feeling his teeth pressing on her cheeks, when, from pain and sheer exhaustion, he lost all presence of mind. It seemed to him that already the girl’s mouth quivered with a hitherto unknown pleasure!
In the next moment a flash of reason lit up his mind—then—he saw an awful precipice, and fell over it into the black abyss below! The unchanging, eternal name of that abyss has always been—still is—and ever will be—Remorse!
