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“
Thank
God
it
’
s
over
!
You
wouldn
’
t
believe
how
insufferable
it
’
s
been
for
me
.
”
“
Why
so
?
Isn
’
t
it
the
life
all
of
you
,
all
young
men
,
always
lead
?
”
she
said
,
knitting
her
brows
;
and
taking
up
the
crochet
work
that
was
lying
on
the
table
,
she
began
drawing
the
hook
out
of
it
,
without
looking
at
Vronsky
.
“
I
gave
that
life
up
long
ago
,
”
said
he
,
wondering
at
the
change
in
her
face
,
and
trying
to
divine
its
meaning
.
“
And
I
confess
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
smile
,
showing
his
thick
,
white
teeth
,
“
this
week
I
’
ve
been
,
as
it
were
,
looking
at
myself
in
a
glass
,
seeing
that
life
,
and
I
didn
’
t
like
it
.
”
She
held
the
work
in
her
hands
,
but
did
not
crochet
,
and
looked
at
him
with
strange
,
shining
,
and
hostile
eyes
.
“
This
morning
Liza
came
to
see
me
—
they
’
re
not
afraid
to
call
on
me
,
in
spite
of
the
Countess
Lidia
Ivanovna
,
”
she
put
in
—
“
and
she
told
me
about
your
Athenian
evening
.
How
loathsome
!
”
“
I
was
just
going
to
say
.
.
.
.
”
She
interrupted
him
.
“
It
was
that
Thérèse
you
used
to
know
?
”
“
I
was
just
saying
.
.
.
.
”
“
How
disgusting
you
are
,
you
men
!
How
is
it
you
can
’
t
understand
that
a
woman
can
never
forget
that
,
”
she
said
,
getting
more
and
more
angry
,
and
so
letting
him
see
the
cause
of
her
irritation
,
“
especially
a
woman
who
cannot
know
your
life
?
What
do
I
know
?
What
have
I
ever
known
?
”
she
said
,
“
what
you
tell
me
.
And
how
do
I
know
whether
you
tell
me
the
truth
?
.
.
.
”
