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province, had brought such official worries upon Alexey

Alexandrovitch that he had been of late in a continual condition

of extreht, and his fury, growing in a sort

of vast, arithhest lih carrying his cup

full of wrath, and fearing to spill any over, fearing to lose

with his wrath the energy necessary for the intervieith his

wife, he went into her rooht she knew her husband so well, was amazed at

his appearance when he went in to her His broas lowering,

and his eyes stared darkly before hihtly and conteestures, in the sound of his voice there was a determination and

firmness such as his wife had never seen in hi her, walked straight up to her

writing-table, and taking her keys, opened a drawer

"What do you want?" she cried

"Your lover's letters," he said

"They're not here," she said, shutting the drawer; but frohly 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