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“
Well
,
there
’
s
really
nothing
of
any
consequence
;
only
that
Mihail
Alexeyevitch
”
(
that
was
the
artist
’
s
name
)
“
had
meant
to
leave
earlier
,
and
now
he
doesn
’
t
want
to
go
away
,
”
said
Varenka
,
smiling
.
“
Well
,
well
!
”
Kitty
urged
impatiently
,
looking
darkly
at
Varenka
.
“
Well
,
and
for
some
reason
Anna
Pavlovna
told
him
that
he
didn
’
t
want
to
go
because
you
are
here
.
Of
course
,
that
was
nonsense
;
but
there
was
a
dispute
over
it
—
over
you
.
You
know
how
irritable
these
sick
people
are
.
”
Kitty
,
scowling
more
than
ever
,
kept
silent
,
and
Varenka
went
on
speaking
alone
,
trying
to
soften
or
soothe
her
,
and
seeing
a
storm
coming
—
she
did
not
know
whether
of
tears
or
of
words
.
“
So
you
’
d
better
not
go
.
.
.
.
You
understand
;
you
won
’
t
be
offended
?
.
.
.
”
“
And
it
serves
me
right
!
And
it
serves
me
right
!
”
Kitty
cried
quickly
,
snatching
the
parasol
out
of
Varenka
’
s
hand
,
and
looking
past
her
friend
’
s
face
.
Varenka
felt
inclined
to
smile
,
looking
at
her
childish
fury
,
but
she
was
afraid
of
wounding
her
.
“
How
does
it
serve
you
right
?
I
don
’
t
understand
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
serves
me
right
,
because
it
was
all
sham
;
because
it
was
all
done
on
purpose
,
and
not
from
the
heart
.
What
business
had
I
to
interfere
with
outsiders
?
And
so
it
’
s
come
about
that
I
’
m
a
cause
of
quarrel
,
and
that
I
’
ve
done
what
nobody
asked
me
to
do
.
Because
it
was
all
a
sham
!
a
sham
!
a
sham
!
.
.
.
”
