“I know him; I know that he's at home and is happy in deceit, like a fish swimming in the water. No, I won't give him that happiness. I'll break through the spiderweb of lies in which he wants to catch me, come what may. Anything's better than lying and deceit.
«But how? My God! My God! Was ever a woman so miserable as I am?…»
«No; I will break through it, I will break through it!» she cried, jumping up and keeping back her tears. And she went to the writing-table to write him another letter.”