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He vividly recalled all the constantly recurring instances of

inevitable necessity for lying and deceit, which were so against

his natural bent. He recalled particularly vividly the shame he

had more than once detected in her at this necessity for lying

and deceit. And he experienced the strange feeling that had

sometimes come upon him since his secret love for Anna. This was

a feeling of loathing for something-whether for Alexey

Alexandrovitch, or for himself, or for the whole world, he could

not have said. But he always drove away this strange feeling.

Now, too, he shook it off and continued the thread of his

thoughts.

"Yes, she was unhappy before, but proud and at peace; and now she

cannot be at peace and feel secure in her dignity, though she

does not show it. Yes, we must put an end to it," he decided.