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“
Oh
,
it
’
s
all
right
,
”
he
said
with
a
little
cough
,
looking
at
her
from
under
his
brows
.
That
cough
she
knew
well
.
It
was
a
sign
of
intense
dissatisfaction
,
not
with
her
,
but
with
himself
.
He
certainly
was
displeased
not
at
so
much
money
being
spent
,
but
at
being
reminded
of
what
he
,
knowing
something
was
unsatisfactory
,
wanted
to
forget
.
“
I
have
told
Sokolov
to
sell
the
wheat
,
and
to
borrow
an
advance
on
the
mill
.
We
shall
have
money
enough
in
any
case
.
”
“
Yes
,
but
I
’
m
afraid
that
altogether
.
.
.
.
”
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
all
right
,
all
right
,
”
he
repeated
.
“
Well
,
good
-
bye
,
darling
.
”
“
No
,
I
’
m
really
sorry
sometimes
that
I
listened
to
mamma
.
How
nice
it
would
have
been
in
the
country
!
As
it
is
,
I
’
m
worrying
you
all
,
and
we
’
re
wasting
our
money
.
”
“
Not
at
all
,
not
at
all
.
Not
once
since
I
’
ve
been
married
have
I
said
that
things
could
have
been
better
than
they
are
.
.
.
.
”
“
Truly
?
”
she
said
,
looking
into
his
eyes
.
He
had
said
it
without
thinking
,
simply
to
console
her
.
But
when
he
glanced
at
her
and
saw
those
sweet
truthful
eyes
fastened
questioningly
on
him
,
he
repeated
it
with
his
whole
heart
.
“
I
was
positively
forgetting
her
,
”
he
thought
.
And
he
remembered
what
was
before
them
,
so
soon
to
come
.
