CHAPTER X
"NO, DON'T DO IT"
A drop fell on the paper that Franco was holding in his trembling hands. It was a tear and the salt immediately began to attack the ink, smudging it.
"Don't do it, please. Don't do it," Franco murmured, sobbing, speaking to Carpetti. "That's not how you'll change things, that's not how you're going to save yourself. This is not how we will save ourselves... like this we’ll lose everything, both of us! We will not be able to redeem ourselves. We will lose love once and for all... please, don't do it," he implored him desperately shaking his head, but he knew it was useless.
He picked up a handkerchief from the floor and blew his nose, then looked resigned at the ceiling and resumed reading.
CHAPTER XVII (ABANDONMENT)
"Let me go, what are you doing?" shouted
