His mother had whipped him for drinking some cream which he had never tasted and knew nothing about; it was plain that she was tired of him and wished him to go; if she felt that way, there was nothing for him to do but succumb; he hoped she would be happy, and never regret having driven her poor boy out into the unfeeling world to suffer and die.
La seva mare l'havia fuetejat per haver-se begut una llet que ell no havia tastat, ni en sabia res: era evident que estava cansada d'ell i desitjava que partís. Si ella tenia aquests sentiments, ell no podia fer altra cosa que retre-s'hi: esperava que ella seria feliç, i mai no es penediria d'haver llançat son pobre minyó al món insensible, perque hi passés pena i hi morís.