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Chapter 4
 (continued)"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. "Well, she loves my child," he thought, noticing the change of
 her face at the child's cry, "my child: how can she hate me?" "Dolly, one word more," he said, following her. "If you come near me, I will call in the servants, the children!
 They may all know you are a scoundrel!  I am going away at once,
 and you may live here with your mistress!" And she went out, slamming the door. Stepan Arkadyevitch sighed, wiped his face, and with a subdued
 tread walked out of the room.  "Matvey says she will come round;
 but how?  I don't see the least chance of it.  Ah, oh, how
 horrible it is!  And how vulgarly she shouted," he said to
 himself, remembering her shriek and the words--"scoundrel" and
 "mistress."  "And very likely the maids were listening!  Horribly
 vulgar! horrible!"  Stepan Arkadyevitch stood a few seconds
 alone, wiped his face, squared his chest, and walked out of the
 room. |