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She
,
his
Dolly
,
forever
fussing
and
worrying
over
household
details
,
and
limited
in
her
ideas
,
as
he
considered
,
was
sitting
perfectly
still
with
the
letter
in
her
hand
,
looking
at
him
with
an
expression
of
horror
,
despair
,
and
indignation
.
“
What
’
s
this
?
this
?
”
she
asked
,
pointing
to
the
letter
.
And
at
this
recollection
,
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
as
is
so
often
the
case
,
was
not
so
much
annoyed
at
the
fact
itself
as
at
the
way
in
which
he
had
met
his
wife
’
s
words
.
There
happened
to
him
at
that
instant
what
does
happen
to
people
when
they
are
unexpectedly
caught
in
something
very
disgraceful
.
He
did
not
succeed
in
adapting
his
face
to
the
position
in
which
he
was
placed
towards
his
wife
by
the
discovery
of
his
fault
Instead
of
being
hurt
,
denying
,
defending
himself
,
begging
forgiveness
,
instead
of
remaining
indifferent
even
—
anything
would
have
been
better
than
what
he
did
do
—
his
face
utterly
involuntarily
(
reflex
spinal
action
,
reflected
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
who
was
fond
of
physiology
)
—
utterly
involuntarily
assumed
its
habitual
,
good
-
humored
,
and
therefore
idiotic
smile
.
This
idiotic
smile
he
could
not
forgive
himself
.
Catching
sight
of
that
smile
,
Dolly
shuddered
as
though
at
physical
pain
,
broke
out
with
her
characteristic
heat
into
a
flood
of
cruel
words
,
and
rushed
out
of
the
room
.
Since
then
she
had
refused
to
see
her
husband
.
“
It
’
s
that
idiotic
smile
that
’
s
to
blame
for
it
all
,
”
thought
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
.
“
But
what
’
s
to
be
done
?
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
”
he
said
to
himself
in
despair
,
and
found
no
answer
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
was
a
truthful
man
in
his
relations
with
himself
.
He
was
incapable
of
deceiving
himself
and
persuading
himself
that
he
repented
of
his
conduct
.
He
could
not
at
this
date
repent
of
the
fact
that
he
,
a
handsome
,
susceptible
man
of
thirty
-
four
,
was
not
in
love
with
his
wife
,
the
mother
of
five
living
and
two
dead
children
,
and
only
a
year
younger
than
himself
.
All
he
repented
of
was
that
he
had
not
succeeded
better
in
hiding
it
from
his
wife
.
But
he
felt
all
the
difficulty
of
his
position
and
was
sorry
for
his
wife
,
his
children
,
and
himself
.
Possibly
he
might
have
managed
to
conceal
his
sins
better
from
his
wife
if
he
had
anticipated
that
the
knowledge
of
them
would
have
had
such
an
effect
on
her
.
He
had
never
clearly
thought
out
the
subject
,
but
he
had
vaguely
conceived
that
his
wife
must
long
ago
have
suspected
him
of
being
unfaithful
to
her
,
and
shut
her
eyes
to
the
fact
.
He
had
even
supposed
that
she
,
a
worn
-
out
woman
no
longer
young
or
good
-
looking
,
and
in
no
way
remarkable
or
interesting
,
merely
a
good
mother
,
ought
from
a
sense
of
fairness
to
take
an
indulgent
view
.
It
had
turned
out
quite
the
other
way
.
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
awful
!
oh
dear
,
oh
dear
!
awful
!
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
kept
repeating
to
himself
,
and
he
could
think
of
nothing
to
be
done
.
“
And
how
well
things
were
going
up
till
now
!
how
well
we
got
on
!
She
was
contented
and
happy
in
her
children
;
I
never
interfered
with
her
in
anything
;
I
let
her
manage
the
children
and
the
house
just
as
she
liked
.
It
’
s
true
it
’
s
bad
her
having
been
a
governess
in
our
house
.
