The son then quickly rummaged through the package of letters, took one out and read: "I can no longer live without your caresses." Standing erect, severe as when sitting on the bench, he looked unmoved at the dead woman.
The nun, straight as a statue, tears trembling in the corners of her eyes, was watching her brother, waiting.
Then he crossed the room slowly, went to the window and stood there, gazing out into the dark night.