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"Yes, perhaps, too, she didn't like it when I gave him the rug.

It was all so simple, but he took it so awkwardly, and was so

long thanking me, that I felt awkward too. And then that portrait

of me he did so well. And most of all that look of confusion and

tenderness! Yes, yes, that's it!" Kitty repeated to herself with

horror. "No, it can't be, it oughtn't to be! He's so much to be

pitied!" she said to herself directly after.

This doubt poisoned the charm of her new life.

Chapter 34

Before the end of the course of drinking the waters, Prince

Shtcherbatsky, who had gone on from Carlsbad to Baden and

Kissingen to Russian friends-to get a breath of Russian air, as

he said-came back to his wife and daughter.