"I opened a door and let a condemned man see paradise, knowing that his chains would never let him cross the threshold. How could I do it? What was all this for?
Am I a good man or a bad man?"
She ... [tried] to reach him with her love, knowing that there was a grief inside him she could not touch.
"You're a good man, a very good man."
He said, so softly that she barely heard it, "I feel so ugly."
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