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"Rodya, Rodya! It is the same as yesterday again," Pulcheria

Alexandrovna cried, mournfully. "And why do you call yourself a

scoundrel? I can't bear it. You said the same yesterday."

"Brother," Dounia answered firmly and with the same dryness. "In

all this there is a mistake on your part. I thought it over at

night, and found out the mistake. It is all because you seem to

fancy I am sacrificing myself to someone and for someone. That is

not the case at all. I am simply marrying for my own sake,

because things are hard for me. Though, of course, I shall be

glad if I succeed in being useful to my family. But that is not

the chief motive for my decision...."

"She is lying," he thought to himself, biting his nails

vindictively. "Proud creature! She won't admit she wants to do it

out of charity! Too haughty! Oh, base characters! They even love

as though they hate.... Oh, how I... hate them all!"