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"Anything, only not divorce!" answered Darya Alexandrovna "But what is anything?"

"No, it is awful! She will be no one's wife, she will be lost!"

"What can I do?" said Alexey Alexandrovitch, raising his

shoulders and his eyebrows The recollection of his wife's last

act had so incensed hi of the conversation "I a," he said, getting up

"No, wait a minute You must not ruin her Wait a little; I

will tell you about er and jealousy, I would have thrown up

everything, I would ain; and

who did it? Anna savedup, my husband has co purer, better, and I live on

I have forgiven it, and you ought to forgive!"

Alexey Alexandrovitch heard her, but her words had no effect on

him now All the hatred of that day when he had resolved on a

divorce had sprung up again in his soul He shook hiive I cannot, and do not wish to, and I regard it as wrong