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“
Be
silent
!
Don
’
t
ask
!
You
don
’
t
deserve
!
”
she
cried
suddenly
,
looking
sternly
and
wrathfully
at
him
.
“
That
’
s
it
,
that
’
s
it
,
”
he
repeated
to
himself
.
“
He
does
everything
,
”
she
whispered
quickly
,
looking
down
again
.
“
That
’
s
the
way
out
!
That
’
s
the
explanation
,
”
he
decided
,
scrutinising
her
with
eager
curiosity
,
with
a
new
,
strange
,
almost
morbid
feeling
.
He
gazed
at
that
pale
,
thin
,
irregular
,
angular
little
face
,
those
soft
blue
eyes
,
which
could
flash
with
such
fire
,
such
stern
energy
,
that
little
body
still
shaking
with
indignation
and
anger
—
and
it
all
seemed
to
him
more
and
more
strange
,
almost
impossible
.
“
She
is
a
religious
maniac
!
”
he
repeated
to
himself
.
There
was
a
book
lying
on
the
chest
of
drawers
.
He
had
noticed
it
every
time
he
paced
up
and
down
the
room
.
Now
he
took
it
up
and
looked
at
it
.
It
was
the
New
Testament
in
the
Russian
translation
.
It
was
bound
in
leather
,
old
and
worn
.
“
Where
did
you
get
that
?
”
he
called
to
her
across
the
room
.
She
was
still
standing
in
the
same
place
,
three
steps
from
the
table
.
“
It
was
brought
me
,
”
she
answered
,
as
it
were
unwillingly
,
not
looking
at
him
.
“
Who
brought
it
?
”
“
Lizaveta
,
I
asked
her
for
it
.
”
