He turned away from the child, put on his hat hurriedly, and went out, locking the door behind him. He walked on aimlessly, but with no peace of mind… The baby’s cries kept ringing in his ears, as if it were calling to him… In fancy he could see it before him, kicking its little legs about, wailing frantically… No! he must turn back. …“Oh, if I could get a-hold of her now!” he thought to himself, “I’d nab her by the throat and choke her!… choke her till her tongue stuck out, damn her!”
He entered a bakery, bought a roll, and went back to the house. The baby lay as before, uncovered, but smiling.
“Devil take the brat! he looks comfortable enough, the little cuss.” .. .And he left the house again. But he couldn’t make himself walk on. All the time he fancied he heard the little one wailing… and it made him feel such a gnawing anguish at heart. …
He clenched his fists