![]() I answered: 'Madame, my parents were wretches who deserted me.' Then she clutched at her heart and fell, unconscious. But one day she began to talk to me of my life, of my childhood, of my parents. I saw her three more times, without suspecting anything. That day they chattered for a long time, and they left me a rather large order. When she had left I thought her a little unbalanced. ![]() She said nothing she looked around abstractedly at my work and only answered 'yes' and 'no,' at random, to all the questions which he asked her. Then she asked for a seat and a glass of water. When she entered she was trembling so that I thought her to be suffering from some nervous disease. "At the beginning of this year he brought with him his wife, my mother. Sometimes he would even talk to me of one thing or another. He gave me a lot of work and paid me well. ![]() I found out, later on, that, under the seal of secrecy, naturally, he had sought information from the priest. "As I have said, this man, my father, came to me for the first time two years ago. "And yet, up to quite recently, I was ready to love them. "You will call me parricide! Were these people my parents, for whom I was an abominable burden, a terror, an infamous shame for whom my birth was a calamity and my life a threat of disgrace? They sought a selfish pleasure they got an unexpected child. I took their happy life in exchange for the terrible one which they had forced on me. I have been robbed, deceived, tortured, morally slapped, dishonored, all this to a greater degree than those whose anger you excuse. A man who has been deceived, played upon, tortured, kills a man who has been slapped, kills a man who has been dishonored, kills. "A man who has been insulted, strikes a man who has been robbed, takes back his own by force. They committed against me the most inhuman, the most infamous, the most monstrous crime which can be committed against a human creature. After their shameful desertion, I owed them only vengeance. "I owed them life-but is life a boon? To me, at any rate, it was a misfortune. Their duty was to love me, they rejected me. I was the victim, they were the guilty ones. I would have been a good man, your honor, perhaps a man of superior intellect, if my parents had not committed the crime of abandoning me. "I was, I may say, one of the cleverest boys in the school. I was also ignorant of its meaning, but I felt the sting all the same. They did not know the meaning of this word, which one of them had heard at home. One day the other children called me a 'b-'. "I grew up with the indistinct impression that I was carrying some burden of shame. It is more humane to let them die, these little wretches who are cast away in suburban villages just as garbage is thrown away. "The woman who nursed me was honest, better, more noble, more of a mother than my own mother. Did she even know where her accomplice carried this innocent little being, condemned to eternal misery, to the shame of an illegitimate birth to more than that-to death, since he was abandoned and the nurse, no longer receiving the monthly pension, might, as they often do, let him die of hunger and neglect! "A woman, having given birth to a boy, sent him out, somewhere, to a nurse. "Your honor, as I do not wish to go to an insane asylum, and as I even prefer death to that, I will tell everything."I killed this man and this woman because they were my parents."Now, listen, and judge me.
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