And she gave him Galban's letter.
As Pushkin read the letter to the end the world seemed to swim in blood before his eyes.
"Adored Lady,—If you would possess the desired document, deign to visit my modest dwelling; I cannot intrust it to strange hands. Your ever-faithful slave,
"Galban."
Pushkin looked in amazement at Bethsaba.
Trembling, his wife fell on her knees.
"Oh, forgive me! I did not know what I was doing! Do not beat me; I am punished enough by the shame I have brought upon myself! I am forever disgraced!"
Pushkin gently raised his wife.
"Do not cry. You have been a foolish child, that is all. In my eyes you are purer than the angels. And I swear by Heaven that no shame shall ever attach to you for this. Kiss me, and take comfort."
"And you forgive me?"