What will it be now? And he knows all that; he knows that I can't repent that I breathe, that I love; he knows that it can lead to nothing but lying and deceit; but he wants to go on torturing me.
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.
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