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“
I
am
resolved
on
extreme
measures
.
There
is
nothing
else
for
me
to
do
.
”
“
Nothing
else
to
do
,
nothing
else
to
do
.
.
.
.
”
she
replied
,
with
tears
in
her
eyes
.
“
Oh
no
,
don
’
t
say
nothing
else
to
do
!
”
she
said
.
“
What
is
horrible
in
a
trouble
of
this
kind
is
that
one
cannot
,
as
in
any
other
—
in
loss
,
in
death
—
bear
one
’
s
trouble
in
peace
,
but
that
one
must
act
,
”
said
he
,
as
though
guessing
her
thought
.
“
One
must
get
out
of
the
humiliating
position
in
which
one
is
placed
;
one
can
’
t
live
à
trois
.
”
“
I
understand
,
I
quite
understand
that
,
”
said
Dolly
,
and
her
head
sank
.
She
was
silent
for
a
little
,
thinking
of
herself
,
of
her
own
grief
in
her
family
,
and
all
at
once
,
with
an
impulsive
movement
,
she
raised
her
head
and
clasped
her
hands
with
an
imploring
gesture
.
“
But
wait
a
little
!
You
are
a
Christian
.
Think
of
her
!
What
will
become
of
her
,
if
you
cast
her
off
?
”
“
I
have
thought
,
Darya
Alexandrovna
,
I
have
thought
a
great
deal
,
”
said
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
.
His
face
turned
red
in
patches
,
and
his
dim
eyes
looked
straight
before
him
.
Darya
Alexandrovna
at
that
moment
pitied
him
with
all
her
heart
.
“
That
was
what
I
did
indeed
when
she
herself
made
known
to
me
my
humiliation
;
I
left
everything
as
of
old
.
I
gave
her
a
chance
to
reform
,
I
tried
to
save
her
.
And
with
what
result
?
She
would
not
regard
the
slightest
request
—
that
she
should
observe
decorum
,
”
he
said
,
getting
heated
.
“
One
may
save
anyone
who
does
not
want
to
be
ruined
;
but
if
the
whole
nature
is
so
corrupt
,
so
depraved
,
that
ruin
itself
seems
to
be
her
salvation
,
what
’
s
to
be
done
?
”
“
Anything
,
only
not
divorce
!
”
answered
Darya
Alexandrovna
“
But
what
is
anything
?
”
“
No
,
it
is
awful
!
She
will
be
no
one
’
s
wife
,
she
will
be
lost
!
”
“
What
can
I
do
?
”
said
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
raising
his
shoulders
and
his
eyebrows
.
The
recollection
of
his
wife
’
s
last
act
had
so
incensed
him
that
he
had
become
frigid
,
as
at
the
beginning
of
the
conversation
.
“
I
am
very
grateful
for
your
sympathy
,
but
I
must
be
going
,
”
he
said
,
getting
up
.
