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throat, he went up to the bedrooray dressing goith a crop of short clustering

black curls on her round head, was sitting on a settee The

eagerness died out of her face, as it always did, at the sight of

her husband; she dropped her head and looked round uneasily at

Betsy Betsy, dressed in the height of the latest fashion, in a

hat that towered somewhere over her head like a shade on a la one way on

the bodice and the other way on the skirt, was sitting beside

Anna, her tall flat figure held erect Bowing her head, she

greeted Alexey Alexandrovitch with an ironical slad you're at

home You never put in an appearance anywhere, and I haven't

seen you ever since Anna has been ill I have heard all about

it--your anxiety Yes, you're a wonderful husband!" she said,

with aan

order of nanimity on him for his conduct to his wife

Alexey Alexandrovitch bowed frigidly, and kissing his wife's

hand, asked how she was

"Better, I think," she said, avoiding his eyes

"But you've rather a feverish-looking color," he said, laying

stress on the word "feverish"