"'Anna, Anna,' he spake with trembling voice. 'Anna, for God's sake!' "But the louder he spake, the lower sank her head, once proud and glad, now abased; she now crouched, and was sinking from the sofa, where she had been sitting, to the floor, at his feet. She would have fallen on the carpet had he not supported her. 'O my God, forgive me!' she sobbed, and pressed his hands to her breast. "So criminal and so guilty she felt herself, that the only thing left her was to humiliate herself and to beg forgiveness. But now she had no one in life left her but him, and to him she turns with prayer for forgiveness. As she gazed at him she physically felt her degradation, and she could say nothing more. And he on his part felt what a murderer must feel when beholding the body he has just deprived of its life. This body, deprived by him of its life, was their love, the first period of their love. There was something horrible and repulsive in the memory of that which was purchased at the terrible price of shame. The shame of her moral nakedness was stifling to her, and this stifling feeling communicated itself also to him. But, in spite of all the horror before the body of the slain, the body must be cut into pieces, must be hidden away, and use must be made of what the murderer had obtained by his murder. "And as the murderer with fierceness, almost with passion, throws himself upon the body and drags it and hacks it, so he too kept covering with kisses her face and her shoulders. She kept his hand and moved not. Yes, these kisses,--this it was which was bought with this her shame. 'Yes, and this one hand which will always be mine is the hand of my--confederate.' She raised this hand and kissed it. He dropped on his knees and wished to see her face, but she hid her face and said naught. At last, as if making an effort over herself, she rose and pushed him away. Her face was indeed as handsome as ever, but it was now pitiful all the more. "''Tis all ended,' she said. 'I have nothing left but thee. Remember this.' "'I cannot help remembering what constitutes my life. For one minute of this blessedness ...' "'Blessedness!' she uttered with terror and disgust, and her terror communicated itself to him. 'For God's sake, not a word, not one word more!' "She quickly rose and turned away from him.