\"Those,alas,arenotthetearsofrepentance！\"shesaid。\"Thetruetearsgatherintheeyes。Thosearefarmorebitter,andnotsogood。Self—loathingisnotsorrow。Yetitisgood,foritmarksastepinthewayhome,andinthefather\'sarmstheprodigalforgetstheselfheabominates。Oncewithhisfather,heistohimselfofnomoreaccount。Itwillbesowithher。\"
Shewentnearerandsaid,\"Willyourestorethatwhichyouhavewrongfullytaken？\"
\"Ihavetakennothing,\"answeredtheprincess,forcingoutthewordsinspiteofpain,\"thatIhadnottherighttotake。Mypowertotakemanifestedmyright。\"
Maralefther。
Graduallymysoulgrewawareofaninvisibledarkness,asomethingmoreterriblethanaughtthathadyetmadeitselffelt。AhorribleNothingness,aNegationpositiveinfoldedher;theborderofitsbeingthatwasyetnobeing,touchedme,andforoneghastlyinstantIseemedalonewithDeathAbsolute！ItwasnottheabsenceofeverythingIfelt,butthepresenceofNothing。Theprincessdashedherselffromthesettletothefloorwithanexceedinggreatandbittercry。ItwastherecoilofBeingfromAnnihilation。