Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
Shock got up, swayed, lightly leaned on the table edge with two fingers, and said, as if completing his story: "I'm not feeling well, Nora. That was poison I drank. You shouldn't have been unfaithful to me."
His throat swelled convulsively, and, pressing a handkerchief to his lips, he left the dining room. Nora sprang up; the amber beads of her long necklace caught at the fruit knife upon her plate and brushed it off.
It's all an act, she thought bitterly. Wants to scare me, to torment me. No, my good man, it's no use. You shall see!
How vexing that Shock had somehow discovered her secret! But at least she would now have the opportunity to r