"I'm not to blame in any way," he thought. "If she will punish

herself, _tant pis pour elle._" But as he was going he fancied

that she said something, and his heart suddenly ached with pity

for her.

"Eh, Anna?" he queried.

"I said nothing," she answered just as coldly and calmly.

"Oh, nothing, tant pis then," he thought, feeling cold again, and

he turned and went out. As he was going out he caught a glimpse

in the looking glass of her face, white, with quivering lips. He

even wanted to stop and to say some comforting word to her, but

his legs carried him out of the room before he could think what

to say. The whole of that day he spent away from home, and when

he came in late in the evening the maid told him that Anna

Arkadyevna had a headache and begged him not to go in to her.




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