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“
No
,
I
’
m
not
nice
at
all
.
Come
,
tell
me
.
.
.
.
Stop
a
minute
,
let
’
s
sit
down
,
”
said
Kitty
,
making
her
sit
down
again
beside
her
.
“
Tell
me
,
isn
’
t
it
humiliating
to
think
that
a
man
has
disdained
your
love
,
that
he
hasn
’
t
cared
for
it
?
.
.
.
”
“
But
he
didn
’
t
disdain
it
;
I
believe
he
cared
for
me
,
but
he
was
a
dutiful
son
.
.
.
.
”
“
Yes
,
but
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
on
account
of
his
mother
,
if
it
had
been
his
own
doing
?
.
.
.
”
said
Kitty
,
feeling
she
was
giving
away
her
secret
,
and
that
her
face
,
burning
with
the
flush
of
shame
,
had
betrayed
her
already
.
“
In
that
case
he
would
have
done
wrong
,
and
I
should
not
have
regretted
him
,
”
answered
Varenka
,
evidently
realizing
that
they
were
now
talking
not
of
her
,
but
of
Kitty
.
“
But
the
humiliation
,
”
said
Kitty
,
“
the
humiliation
one
can
never
forget
,
can
never
forget
,
”
she
said
,
remembering
her
look
at
the
last
ball
during
the
pause
in
the
music
.
“
Where
is
the
humiliation
?
Why
,
you
did
nothing
wrong
?
”
“
Worse
than
wrong
—
shameful
.
”
Varenka
shook
her
head
and
laid
her
hand
on
Kitty
’
s
hand
.
“
Why
,
what
is
there
shameful
?
”
she
said
.
“
You
didn
’
t
tell
a
man
,
who
didn
’
t
care
for
you
,
that
you
loved
him
,
did
you
?
”
“
Of
course
not
;
I
never
said
a
word
,
but
he
knew
it
.
No
,
no
,
there
are
looks
,
there
are
ways
;
I
can
’
t
forget
it
,
if
I
live
a
hundred
years
.
”
