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The
irritability
that
kept
them
apart
had
no
external
cause
,
and
all
efforts
to
come
to
an
understanding
intensified
it
,
instead
of
removing
it
.
It
was
an
inner
irritation
,
grounded
in
her
mind
on
the
conviction
that
his
love
had
grown
less
;
in
his
,
on
regret
that
he
had
put
himself
for
her
sake
in
a
difficult
position
,
which
she
,
instead
of
lightening
,
made
still
more
difficult
.
Neither
of
them
gave
full
utterance
to
their
sense
of
grievance
,
but
they
considered
each
other
in
the
wrong
,
and
tried
on
every
pretext
to
prove
this
to
one
another
.
In
her
eyes
the
whole
of
him
,
with
all
his
habits
,
ideas
,
desires
,
with
all
his
spiritual
and
physical
temperament
,
was
one
thing
—
love
for
women
,
and
that
love
,
she
felt
,
ought
to
be
entirely
concentrated
on
her
alone
.
That
love
was
less
;
consequently
,
as
she
reasoned
,
he
must
have
transferred
part
of
his
love
to
other
women
or
to
another
woman
—
and
she
was
jealous
.
She
was
jealous
not
of
any
particular
woman
but
of
the
decrease
of
his
love
.
Not
having
got
an
object
for
her
jealousy
,
she
was
on
the
lookout
for
it
.
At
the
slightest
hint
she
transferred
her
jealousy
from
one
object
to
another
.
At
one
time
she
was
jealous
of
those
low
women
with
whom
he
might
so
easily
renew
his
old
bachelor
ties
;
then
she
was
jealous
of
the
society
women
he
might
meet
;
then
she
was
jealous
of
the
imaginary
girl
whom
he
might
want
to
marry
,
for
whose
sake
he
would
break
with
her
.
And
this
last
form
of
jealousy
tortured
her
most
of
all
,
especially
as
he
had
unwarily
told
her
,
in
a
moment
of
frankness
,
that
his
mother
knew
him
so
little
that
she
had
had
the
audacity
to
try
and
persuade
him
to
marry
the
young
Princess
Sorokina
.
And
being
jealous
of
him
,
Anna
was
indignant
against
him
and
found
grounds
for
indignation
in
everything
.
For
everything
that
was
difficult
in
her
position
she
blamed
him
.
The
agonizing
condition
of
suspense
she
had
passed
in
Moscow
,
the
tardiness
and
indecision
of
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
her
solitude
—
she
put
it
all
down
to
him
.
If
he
had
loved
her
he
would
have
seen
all
the
bitterness
of
her
position
,
and
would
have
rescued
her
from
it
.
For
her
being
in
Moscow
and
not
in
the
country
,
he
was
to
blame
too
.
He
could
not
live
buried
in
the
country
as
she
would
have
liked
to
do
.
He
must
have
society
,
and
he
had
put
her
in
this
awful
position
,
the
bitterness
of
which
he
would
not
see
.
And
again
,
it
was
his
fault
that
she
was
forever
separated
from
her
son
.
Even
the
rare
moments
of
tenderness
that
came
from
time
to
time
did
not
soothe
her
;
in
his
tenderness
now
she
saw
a
shade
of
complacency
,
of
self
-
confidence
,
which
had
not
been
of
old
,
and
which
exasperated
her
.
It
was
dusk
.
Anna
was
alone
,
and
waiting
for
him
to
come
back
from
a
bachelor
dinner
.
She
walked
up
and
down
in
his
study
(
the
room
where
the
noise
from
the
street
was
least
heard
)
,
and
thought
over
every
detail
of
their
yesterday
’
s
quarrel
.
Going
back
from
the
well
-
remembered
,
offensive
words
of
the
quarrel
to
what
had
been
the
ground
of
it
,
she
arrived
at
last
at
its
origin
.
For
a
long
while
she
could
hardly
believe
that
their
dissension
had
arisen
from
a
conversation
so
inoffensive
,
of
so
little
moment
to
either
.
But
so
it
actually
had
been
.
It
all
arose
from
his
laughing
at
the
girls
’
high
schools
,
declaring
they
were
useless
,
while
she
defended
them
.
He
had
spoken
slightingly
of
women
’
s
education
in
general
,
and
had
said
that
Hannah
,
Anna
’
s
English
protégée
,
had
not
the
slightest
need
to
know
anything
of
physics
.
This
irritated
Anna
.
She
saw
in
this
a
contemptuous
reference
to
her
occupations
.
And
she
bethought
her
of
a
phrase
to
pay
him
back
for
the
pain
he
had
given
her
.
“
I
don
’
t
expect
you
to
understand
me
,
my
feelings
,
as
anyone
who
loved
me
might
,
but
simple
delicacy
I
did
expect
,
”
she
said
.
And
he
had
actually
flushed
with
vexation
,
and
had
said
something
unpleasant
.
She
could
not
recall
her
answer
,
but
at
that
point
,
with
an
unmistakable
desire
to
wound
her
too
,
he
had
said
:
“
I
feel
no
interest
in
your
infatuation
over
this
girl
,
that
’
s
true
,
because
I
see
it
’
s
unnatural
.
”
The
cruelty
with
which
he
shattered
the
world
she
had
built
up
for
herself
so
laboriously
to
enable
her
to
endure
her
hard
life
,
the
injustice
with
which
he
had
accused
her
of
affectation
,
of
artificiality
,
aroused
her
.
