He saw her left temple with the torn skin; the spot caused by the blow extended around one eye, reddened and swollen.

On contemplating his barbarous handiwork, remorse again tormented him.
"Listen, Ulysses; you do not know my true existence.

I have always lied to you; I have eluded all your investigations in our happy days.

I wished to keep my former life a secret ...

to forget it.