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away the reflection that her death would at once remove all the

difficulty of his position Bakers, closed shops, night-cab the pave to s hi

for He drove up to the steps A sledge and a carriage with the

coachman asleep stood at the entrance As he went into the

entry, Alexey Alexandrovitch, as it were, got out his resolution

frohly Itsran: "If it's a trick, then calm

contempt and departure If truth, do what is proper"

The porter opened the door before Alexey Alexandrovitch rang

The porter, Kapitonitch, looked queer in an old coat, without a

tie, and in slippers

"How is your mistress?"

"A successful confinement yesterday"

Alexey Alexandrovitch stopped short and turned white He felt

distinctly no intensely he had longed for her death