Page 30 sur 2288

"Dolly!" he said in a subdued and timid voice. He bent his head

towards his shoulder and tried to look pitiful and humble, but

for all that he was radiant with freshness and health. In a rapid

glance she scanned his figure that beamed with health and

freshness. "Yes, he is happy and content!" she thought; "while

I.... And that disgusting good nature, which everyone likes him

for and praises-I hate that good nature of his," she thought. Her

mouth stiffened, the muscles of the cheek contracted on the right

side of her pale, nervous face.

"What do you want?" she said in a rapid, deep, unnatural voice.

"Dolly!" he repeated, with a quiver in his voice. "Anna is coming

today."

"Well, what is that to me? I can't see her!" she cried.

"But you must, really, Dolly...."

"Go away, go away, go away!" she shrieked, not looking at him, as

though this shriek were called up by physical pain.