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She glanced at her watch. She had still three hours to wait, and

the memories of their last meeting set her blood in flame.

"My God, how light it is! It's dreadful, but I do love to see his

face, and I do love this fantastic light.... My husband! Oh!

yes.... Well, thank God! everything's over with him."

Chapter 30

In the little German watering-place to which the Shtcherbatskys

had betaken themselves, as in all places indeed where people are

gathered together, the usual process, as it were, of the

crystallization of society went on, assigning to each member of

that society a definite and unalterable place. Just as the

particle of water in frost, definitely and unalterably, takes the

special form of the crystal of snow, so each new person that

arrived at the springs was at once placed in his special place.