“Is everything ended now, Haggart?”
“Everything is ended, Mariet.”
Mariet, imploring, says:
“Gart! Only one motion of the hand! Right here—against the heart—Gart!”
“No. Leave me alone.”
“Only one motion of the hand! Here is your knife. Have pity on me, kill me with your hand. Only one motion of your hand, Gart!”
“Let go. Give me my knife.”
“Gart, I bless you! One motion of your hand, Gart!”
Haggart tears himself away, pushing the woman aside:
“No! Don’t you know that it is just as hard to make one motion of the hand as it is for the sun to come down from the sky? Good-bye, Mariet!”