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creature, it certainly was much better for it to die. She passed
her hand caressingly over the little ugly face. She had given
the woman some money, and was on the point of going when a
man suddenly passed her. He took off his hat and stopped
for a moment, but walked on as Jenny did not acknowledge
his salute. It was Helge Gram.
She was too much taken aback to think of answering. She
bent down to the little boy with the pansies, taking his hands
and pulling him closer to her, and talked to him, trying to
master the unreasonable shivering of her whole body.
She turned her head once in the direction he had gone and
saw him standing on the stairs that led to the street from the
Piazza round the Colosseum, and looking in her direction.
She remained in the same position, talking to the child and
the woman. When she looked up again he was gone, but she
waited long after she had seen his grey coat and hat disappear
round a corner.
Then she went home, almost running through side streets and
passages, afraid of meeting him every time she turned a corner.
She got as far as the other side of Pincio, and went to have
some food in a trattoria where she had never been before. Then
after a rest and some wine, she began to feel better.
If she met Helge and he spoke to her it would be very
painful; she would much prefer to escape it, but if it happened,
it was nothing to be so senselessly afraid of. Everything
between them was finished; what had occurred after their
separation was no concern of his, and he had no right to take her to
task for anything. Whatever he knew about it, and whatever
he had to say, she had said it all to herself, for nobody knew
better than she what she had done. She had to answer only
to herself; nothing else could compare with that ordeal.
Need she fear anybody? Nobody could do her a great
wrong than she had done to herself.
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