"You will bring me a new joy."
"Yes, a new joy for you, mother,—and for you, too," he said pressing his grandmother's hand.
She understood what that handclasp meant.
The murderer lived still.—The account was not yet balanced! Lorand kissed his happy relations. The old lady accompanied him to the carriage, where she kissed his forehead.
"Go."
And in that kiss there was the weight of a blessing that urged him to his difficult duty.