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“
Well
,
I
’
m
glad
,
”
he
said
,
coldly
scanning
her
,
her
hair
,
her
dress
,
which
he
knew
she
had
put
on
for
him
.
All
was
charming
,
but
how
many
times
it
had
charmed
him
!
And
the
stern
,
stony
expression
that
she
so
dreaded
settled
upon
his
face
.
“
Well
,
I
’
m
glad
.
And
are
you
well
?
”
he
said
,
wiping
his
damp
beard
with
his
handkerchief
and
kissing
her
hand
.
“
Never
mind
,
”
she
thought
,
“
only
let
him
be
here
,
and
so
long
as
he
’
s
here
he
cannot
,
he
dare
not
,
cease
to
love
me
.
”
The
evening
was
spent
happily
and
gaily
in
the
presence
of
Princess
Varvara
,
who
complained
to
him
that
Anna
had
been
taking
morphine
in
his
absence
.
“
What
am
I
to
do
?
I
couldn
’
t
sleep
.
.
.
.
My
thoughts
prevented
me
.
When
he
’
s
here
I
never
take
it
—
hardly
ever
.
”
He
told
her
about
the
election
,
and
Anna
knew
how
by
adroit
questions
to
bring
him
to
what
gave
him
most
pleasure
—
his
own
success
.
She
told
him
of
everything
that
interested
him
at
home
;
and
all
that
she
told
him
was
of
the
most
cheerful
description
.
But
late
in
the
evening
,
when
they
were
alone
,
Anna
,
seeing
that
she
had
regained
complete
possession
of
him
,
wanted
to
erase
the
painful
impression
of
the
glance
he
had
given
her
for
her
letter
.
She
said
:
“
Tell
me
frankly
,
you
were
vexed
at
getting
my
letter
,
and
you
didn
’
t
believe
me
?
”
As
soon
as
she
had
said
it
,
she
felt
that
however
warm
his
feelings
were
to
her
,
he
had
not
forgiven
her
for
that
.
“
Yes
,
”
he
said
,
“
the
letter
was
so
strange
.
First
,
Annie
ill
,
and
then
you
thought
of
coming
yourself
.
”
