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“
Anna
,
you
hurt
me
.
Don
’
t
you
trust
me
?
Haven
’
t
I
told
you
that
I
haven
’
t
a
thought
I
wouldn
’
t
lay
bare
to
you
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
she
said
,
evidently
trying
to
suppress
her
jealous
thoughts
.
“
But
if
only
you
knew
how
wretched
I
am
!
I
believe
you
,
I
believe
you
.
.
.
.
What
were
you
saying
?
”
But
he
could
not
at
once
recall
what
he
had
been
going
to
say
.
These
fits
of
jealousy
,
which
of
late
had
been
more
and
more
frequent
with
her
,
horrified
him
,
and
however
much
he
tried
to
disguise
the
fact
,
made
him
feel
cold
to
her
,
although
he
knew
the
cause
of
her
jealousy
was
her
love
for
him
.
How
often
he
had
told
himself
that
her
love
was
happiness
;
and
now
she
loved
him
as
a
woman
can
love
when
love
has
outweighed
for
her
all
the
good
things
of
life
—
and
he
was
much
further
from
happiness
than
when
he
had
followed
her
from
Moscow
.
Then
he
had
thought
himself
unhappy
,
but
happiness
was
before
him
;
now
he
felt
that
the
best
happiness
was
already
left
behind
.
She
was
utterly
unlike
what
she
had
been
when
he
first
saw
her
.
Both
morally
and
physically
she
had
changed
for
the
worse
.
She
had
broadened
out
all
over
,
and
in
her
face
at
the
time
when
she
was
speaking
of
the
actress
there
was
an
evil
expression
of
hatred
that
distorted
it
.
He
looked
at
her
as
a
man
looks
at
a
faded
flower
he
has
gathered
,
with
difficulty
recognizing
in
it
the
beauty
for
which
he
picked
and
ruined
it
.
And
in
spite
of
this
he
felt
that
then
,
when
his
love
was
stronger
,
he
could
,
if
he
had
greatly
wished
it
,
have
torn
that
love
out
of
his
heart
;
but
now
,
when
as
at
that
moment
it
seemed
to
him
he
felt
no
love
for
her
,
he
knew
that
what
bound
him
to
her
could
not
be
broken
.
“
Well
,
well
,
what
was
it
you
were
going
to
say
about
the
prince
?
I
have
driven
away
the
fiend
,
”
she
added
.
The
fiend
was
the
name
they
had
given
her
jealousy
.
“
What
did
you
begin
to
tell
me
about
the
prince
?
Why
did
you
find
it
so
tiresome
?
”
“
Oh
,
it
was
intolerable
!
”
he
said
,
trying
to
pick
up
the
thread
of
his
interrupted
thought
.
“
He
does
not
improve
on
closer
acquaintance
.
If
you
want
him
defined
,
here
he
is
:
a
prime
,
well
-
fed
beast
such
as
takes
medals
at
the
cattle
shows
,
and
nothing
more
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
tone
of
vexation
that
interested
her
.
“
No
;
how
so
?
”
she
replied
.
“
He
’
s
seen
a
great
deal
,
anyway
;
he
’
s
cultured
?
”
“
It
’
s
an
utterly
different
culture
—
their
culture
.
He
’
s
cultivated
,
one
sees
,
simply
to
be
able
to
despise
culture
,
as
they
despise
everything
but
animal
pleasures
.
”
“
But
don
’
t
you
all
care
for
these
animal
pleasures
?
”
she
said
,
and
again
he
noticed
a
dark
look
in
her
eyes
that
avoided
him
.
“
How
is
it
you
’
re
defending
him
?
”
he
said
,
smiling
.
