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 :—Well, and Heymann?

There I was, humbling myself before him. And he measured me with cold eyes and said: "If I am to be in charge of this plant, madam, I must ask once for all and absolutely, that no outsiders interfere with the running of it."
 * —Since that moment I hate Heymann.

anything else.
 * —I don't see that he could have done

that I let myself be imposed upon by that man. I behaved like a coward. At that moment I should have gone to my husband and said: "This is what has happened—now you must choose between Heymann and me!" But I was so cowardly, that I didn't even tell my husband what I had done.
 * —What I cannot forgive myself is

your husband's back like that.
 * —Nor was it proper for you to go behind

(with an expression of abject horror in her fixed gaze):—A little afterwards this thing happened. It was one of the first warm summer days, and I was walking in the garden with Jacob. At that time a splendid old chestnut tree was growing in one corner. And there, in the midst of green leaves, and singing birds, Olsen was hanging, cold and dead. And the flies were crawling in and out of his face (She trembles visibly.)


 * —Yes, life is cruel.

time how utterly poor a human being may become. Anything so pitiful and miserable I had never seen before. There was no sign of underclothing between his trousers and the vest. And I don't know why, but it seemed
 * —And there I perceived for the first