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“
And
hasn
’
t
the
messenger
come
back
?
”
“
No
,
”
answered
the
porter
.
“
Then
,
since
it
’
s
so
,
I
know
what
I
must
do
,
”
she
said
,
and
feeling
a
vague
fury
and
craving
for
revenge
rising
up
within
her
,
she
ran
upstairs
.
“
I
’
ll
go
to
him
myself
.
Before
going
away
forever
,
I
’
ll
tell
him
all
.
Never
have
I
hated
anyone
as
I
hate
that
man
!
”
she
thought
.
Seeing
his
hat
on
the
rack
,
she
shuddered
with
aversion
.
She
did
not
consider
that
his
telegram
was
an
answer
to
her
telegram
and
that
he
had
not
yet
received
her
note
.
She
pictured
him
to
herself
as
talking
calmly
to
his
mother
and
Princess
Sorokina
and
rejoicing
at
her
sufferings
.
“
Yes
,
I
must
go
quickly
,
”
she
said
,
not
knowing
yet
where
she
was
going
.
She
longed
to
get
away
as
quickly
as
possible
from
the
feelings
she
had
gone
through
in
that
awful
house
.
The
servants
,
the
walls
,
the
things
in
that
house
—
all
aroused
repulsion
and
hatred
in
her
and
lay
like
a
weight
upon
her
.
“
Yes
,
I
must
go
to
the
railway
station
,
and
if
he
’
s
not
there
,
then
go
there
and
catch
him
.
”
Anna
looked
at
the
railway
timetable
in
the
newspapers
.
An
evening
train
went
at
two
minutes
past
eight
.
“
Yes
,
I
shall
be
in
time
.
”
She
gave
orders
for
the
other
horses
to
be
put
in
the
carriage
,
and
packed
in
a
traveling
-
bag
the
things
needed
for
a
few
days
.
She
knew
she
would
never
come
back
here
again
.
Among
the
plans
that
came
into
her
head
she
vaguely
determined
that
after
what
would
happen
at
the
station
or
at
the
countess
’
s
house
,
she
would
go
as
far
as
the
first
town
on
the
Nizhni
road
and
stop
there
Dinner
was
on
the
table
;
she
went
up
,
but
the
smell
of
the
bread
and
cheese
was
enough
to
make
her
feel
that
all
food
was
disgusting
.
She
ordered
the
carriage
and
went
out
.
The
house
threw
a
shadow
now
right
across
the
street
,
but
it
was
a
bright
evening
and
still
warm
in
the
sunshine
.
Annushka
,
who
came
down
with
her
things
,
and
Pyotr
,
who
put
the
things
in
the
carriage
,
and
the
coachman
,
evidently
out
of
humor
,
were
all
hateful
to
her
,
and
irritated
her
by
their
words
and
actions
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
you
,
Pyotr
.
”
“
But
how
about
the
ticket
?
”
“
Well
,
as
you
like
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
,
”
she
said
crossly
.
Pyotr
jumped
on
the
box
,
and
putting
his
arms
akimbo
,
told
the
coachman
to
drive
to
the
booking
-
office
.
