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"You are loathsome to me, repulsive!" she shrieked, getting more

and more heated. "Your tears mean nothing! You have never loved

me; you have neither heart nor honorable feeling! You are hateful

to me, disgusting, a stranger-yes, a complete stranger!" With

pain and wrath she uttered the word so terrible to

herself-stranger.

He looked at her, and the fury expressed in her face alarmed and

amazed him. He did not understand how his pity for her

exasperated her. She saw in him sympathy for her, but not love.

"No, she hates me. She will not forgive me," he thought.

"It is awful! awful!" he said.

At that moment in the next room a child began to cry; probably it

had fallen down. Darya Alexandrovna listened, and her face

suddenly softened.

She seemed to be pulling herself together for a few seconds, as

though she did not know where she was, and what she was doing,

and getting up rapidly, she moved towards the door.