For stealing money. Because I want to start again, and I am asking you to trust me. If you do not trust me I will go away. Again he looked me up and down. Then he held out his hand to me, and I sat down on the bench beside him and wept.
Prison makes a man weak.
I worked for than man for five years, early and late. I made friends with no one and took no rest. My only joy was to work for the man I loved and who had received me when everyone else had cast me out. I often wondered why he did it, until one night I heard him talking to his son, who was home from town for the weekend. In the summer he and I took the cows up the mountain, and lived in this chalet where I live now.