Pero a estas alturas, por supuesto, se habían separado. Ante mí estaba de pie una persona con una sonrisa estúpida, la «madama» en persona, que ya me había visto antes. Un minuto después se abrió una puerta y entró otra persona.
Taking no notice of anything I strode about the room, and, I believe, I talked to myself. I felt as though I had been saved from death and was conscious of this, joyfully, all over: I should have given that slap, I should certainly, certainly have given it! But now they were not here and … everything had vanished and changed! I looked round. I could not realise my condition yet. I looked mechanically at the girl who had come in: and had a glimpse of a fresh, young, rather pale face, with straight, dark eyebrows, and with grave, as it were wondering, eyes that attracted me at once; I should have hated her if she had been smiling. I began looking at her more intently and, as it were, with effort. I had not fully collected my thoughts. There was something simple and good-natured in her face, but something strangely grave. I am sure that this stood in her way here, and no one of those fools had noticed her. She could not, however, have been called a beauty, though she was tall, strong-looking, and well built. She was very simply dressed. Something loathsome stirred within me. I went straight up to her.
Me dio por mirar al espejo. Mi rostro atormentado me pareció sumamente repugnante, pálido, enfadado, abyecto, con el cabello revuelto.
«No importa, me alegro —pensé—; me alegro de parecerle repulsiva; eso me gusta».