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But in spite of all the murderer's horror before the body of his victim, after all lavishing caresses on Dia, she must hack it to pieces, hide the body, must use what he has gained by her murder.
And with fury, as it were with passion, she falls on the body, and drags it and hacks at it; so Bort covered her face and shoulders with kisses. She held her hand, and did not stir.
Dia lifted up that hand and kissed it. Bort sank on her knees and tried to see her face; but Dia hid it, and said nothing. At last, as though making an effort over herself, she got up and pushed the gem away. Her face was still as beautiful, but it was only the more pitiful for that.