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“
What
am
I
coming
for
?
”
he
repeated
,
looking
straight
into
her
eyes
.
“
You
know
that
I
have
come
to
be
where
you
are
,
”
he
said
;
“
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
”
At
that
moment
the
wind
,
as
it
were
,
surmounting
all
obstacles
,
sent
the
snow
flying
from
the
carriage
roofs
,
and
clanked
some
sheet
of
iron
it
had
torn
off
,
while
the
hoarse
whistle
of
the
engine
roared
in
front
,
plaintively
and
gloomily
.
All
the
awfulness
of
the
storm
seemed
to
her
more
splendid
now
.
He
had
said
what
her
soul
longed
to
hear
,
though
she
feared
it
with
her
reason
.
She
made
no
answer
,
and
in
her
face
he
saw
conflict
.
“
Forgive
me
,
if
you
dislike
what
I
said
,
”
he
said
humbly
.
He
had
spoken
courteously
,
deferentially
,
yet
so
firmly
,
so
stubbornly
,
that
for
a
long
while
she
could
make
no
answer
.
“
It
’
s
wrong
,
what
you
say
,
and
I
beg
you
,
if
you
’
re
a
good
man
,
to
forget
what
you
’
ve
said
,
as
I
forget
it
,
”
she
said
at
last
.
“
Not
one
word
,
not
one
gesture
of
yours
shall
I
,
could
I
,
ever
forget
.
.
.
.
”
“
Enough
,
enough
!
”
she
cried
trying
assiduously
to
give
a
stern
expression
to
her
face
,
into
which
he
was
gazing
greedily
.
And
clutching
at
the
cold
door
post
,
she
clambered
up
the
steps
and
got
rapidly
into
the
corridor
of
the
carriage
.
But
in
the
little
corridor
she
paused
,
going
over
in
her
imagination
what
had
happened
.
Though
she
could
not
recall
her
own
words
or
his
,
she
realized
instinctively
that
the
momentary
conversation
had
brought
them
fearfully
closer
;
and
she
was
panic
-
stricken
and
blissful
at
it
.
After
standing
still
a
few
seconds
,
she
went
into
the
carriage
and
sat
down
in
her
place
.
The
overstrained
condition
which
had
tormented
her
before
did
not
only
come
back
,
but
was
intensified
,
and
reached
such
a
pitch
that
she
was
afraid
every
minute
that
something
would
snap
within
her
from
the
excessive
tension
.
She
did
not
sleep
all
night
.
But
in
that
nervous
tension
,
and
in
the
visions
that
filled
her
imagination
,
there
was
nothing
disagreeable
or
gloomy
:
on
the
contrary
there
was
something
blissful
,
glowing
,
and
exhilarating
.
Towards
morning
Anna
sank
into
a
doze
,
sitting
in
her
place
,
and
when
she
waked
it
was
daylight
and
the
train
was
near
Petersburg
.
At
once
thoughts
of
home
,
of
husband
and
of
son
,
and
the
details
of
that
day
and
the
following
came
upon
her
.
At
Petersburg
,
as
soon
as
the
train
stopped
and
she
got
out
,
the
first
person
that
attracted
her
attention
was
her
husband
“
Oh
,
mercy
!
why
do
his
ears
look
like
that
?
”
she
thought
,
looking
at
his
frigid
and
imposing
figure
,
and
especially
the
ears
that
struck
her
at
the
moment
as
propping
up
the
brim
of
his
round
hat
.
Catching
sight
of
her
,
he
came
to
meet
her
,
his
lips
falling
into
their
habitual
sarcastic
smile
,
and
his
big
,
tired
eyes
looking
straight
at
her
.
An
unpleasant
sensation
gripped
at
her
heart
when
she
met
his
obstinate
and
weary
glance
,
as
though
she
had
expected
to
see
him
different
.
She
was
especially
struck
by
the
feeling
of
dissatisfaction
with
herself
that
she
experienced
on
meeting
him
.
That
feeling
was
an
intimate
,
familiar
feeling
,
like
a
consciousness
of
hypocrisy
,
which
she
experienced
in
her
relations
with
her
husband
.
But
hitherto
she
had
not
taken
note
of
the
feeling
,
now
she
was
clearly
and
painfully
aware
of
it
.
“
Yes
,
as
you
see
,
your
tender
spouse
,
as
devoted
as
the
first
year
after
marriage
,
burned
with
impatience
to
see
you
,
”
he
said
in
his
deliberate
,
high
-
pitched
voice
,
and
in
that
tone
which
he
almost
always
took
with
her
,
a
tone
of
jeering
at
anyone
who
should
say
in
earnest
what
he
said
.
