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he saw he had guessed right, and roughly pushing away her hand, he quickly snatched a portfolio in which he knew she used to put her most important papers. She tried to pull the portfolio away, but he pushed her back. "Sit down! I have to speak to you," he said, putting the portfolio under his arm, and squeezing it so tightly with his elbow that his shoulder stood up. Amazed and intimidated, she gazed at him in silence. "I told you that I would not allow you to receive your lover in this house." "I had to see him to..." She stopped, not finding a reason. "I do not enter into the details of why a woman wants to see her lover." "I meant, I only..." she said, flushing hotly. This coarseness of his angered her, and gave her courage. "Surely you must feel how easy it is for you to insult me?" she said. "An honest man and an honest woman may be insulted, but to tell a thief hes a thief is simply _la constatation dun fait_." "This cruelty is something new I did not know in you." "You call it cruelty for a husband to give his wife liberty, giving her the honorable protection of his name, simply on the condition of observing the proprieties: is that cruelty?" "Its worse than cruel--its base, if you want to know!" Anna cried, in a rush of hatred, and getting up, she was going away. "No!" he shrieked, in his shrill voice, which pitched a note higher than usual even, and his big hands clutching her by the arm so violently that red marks were left from the bracelet he was squeezing, he forcibly sat her down in her place. "Base! If you care to use that word, what is base is to forsake husband and child for a lover, while you eat your husbands bread!" She bowed her head. She did not say what she had said the evening before to her lover, that _he_ was her husband, and her husband was superfluous; she did not even think that. She felt all the justice of his words, and only said softly: "You cannot describe my position as worse than I feel it to be myself; but what are you saying all this for?" "What am I saying it for? what for?" he went on, as angrily. "That you may know that since you have not carried out my wishes in regard to observing outward decorum, I will take measures to put an end to this state of things." "Soon, very soon, it will end, anyway," she said; and again, at the thought of death near at hand and now desired, tears came into her eyes. "It will end sooner than you and your lover have planned! If you must have the satisfaction of animal passion..." "Alexey Alexandrovitch! I wont say its not generous, but its not like a gentleman to strike anyone whos down." "Yes, you only think of yourself! But the sufferings of a man who was your husband have no interest for you. You dont care that his whole life is ruined, that he is thuff...thuff..." Alexey Alexandrovitch was speaking so quickly that he stammered, and was utterly unable to articulate the word "suffering." In the end he pronounced it "thuffering." She wanted to laugh, and was immediately ashamed that anything could amuse her at such a moment. And for the first time, for an instant, she felt for him, put herself in his place, and was sorry for him. But what could she say or do? Her head sank, and she sat silent. He too was silent for some time, and then began speaking in a frigid, less shrill voice, emphasizing random words that had no special significance. "I came to tell you..." he said. She glanced at him. "No, it was my fancy," she thought, recalling the expression of his face when he stumbled over the word "suffering." "No; can a man with those dull eyes, with that self-satisfied complacency, feel anything?" "I cannot change anything," she whispered. "I have come to tell you that I am going tomorrow to Moscow, and shall not return again to this house, and you will receive notice of what I decide through the lawyer into whose hands I shall intrust the task of getting a divorce. My son is going to my sisters," said Alexey Alexandrovitch, with an effort recalling what he had meant to say about his son. "You

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