Sunday, March 11, 2012

`You... You will be sorry for this,' she said, and went out.

You, but not I,' she said, turning round to him.
`Anna, we can't go on like this...'
`You, but not I,' she repeated.
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`This is getting unbearable!'
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`You... You will be sorry for this,' she said, and went out.
Frightened by the desperate expression with which these words were uttered, he jumped up and would have run after her, but on second thoughts he sat down and scowled, setting his teeth. This vulgar - as he thought it - threat of something vague exasperated him. `I've tried everything,' he thought; `the only thing left is not to pay attention,' and he began to get ready to drive into town, and again to his mother's, to get her signature to the deeds.
She heard the sound of his steps about the study and the dining room. At the drawing room he stood still. But he did not turn in to see her; he merely gave an order that the horse should be given to Voitov if he came while he was away. Then she heard the carriage brought round, the door opened, and he came out again. But he went back into the porch again, and someone was running upstairs. It was the valet running up for his forgotten gloves. She went to the window and saw him take the gloves without looking, and, touching the coachman on the back, he said something to him. Then, without looking up at the window, he settled himself in his usual attitude in the carriage, with his legs crossed, and, drawing on his gloves, he vanished round the corner.
Chapter 27
`He has gone! It is the end!' Anna said to herself, standing at the window; and in answer to this question the impression of the darkness when the candle had flickered out and of her fearful dream, mingling into one, filled her heart with cold terror.

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