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"Ah, ah, ah! Oo!" he ain every detail of his quarrel with his wife

was present to his iination, all the hopelessness of his

position, and worst of all, his own fault

"Yes, she won't forgiveabout it is that it's all h I'm not to blame That's the point of the whole

situation," he reflected "Oh, oh, oh!" he kept repeating in

despair, as he remembered the acutely painful sensations caused

him by this quarrel

Most unpleasant of all was the first ood-hue pear in his

hand for his wife, he had not found his wife in the drawing-room,

to his surprise had not found her in the study either, and saw

her at last in her bedroo in her hand

She, his Dolly, forever fussing and worrying over household

details, and li

perfectly still with the letter in her hand, looking at hination

"What's this? this?" she asked, pointing to the letter

And at this recollection, Stepan Arkadyevitch, as is so often the

case, was not so much annoyed at the fact itself as at the way in