I went into the room, and saw Jenny lying on the bed dressed.

There was something queer in the way her arms were stretched out.

When I got near I saw she was dead.

She'd taken poison.
'And it was I had killed her, just as much as if I'd put the poison to her lips.

All because I thought myself such a wise fellow, because I'd resolved to live more prudently than other men of my kind did.