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Chapter 4
 Darya Alexandrovna, in a dressing jacket, and with her now
 scanty, once luxuriant and beautiful hair fastened up with
 hairpins on the nape of her neck, with a sunken, thin face and
 large, startled eyes, which looked prominent from the thinness of
 her face, was standing among a litter of all sorts of things
 scattered all over the room, before an open bureau, from which
 she was taking something.  Hearing her husband's steps, she
 stopped, looking towards the door, and trying assiduously to give
 her features a severe and contemptuous expression.  She felt she
 was afraid of him, and afraid of the coming interview.  She was
 just attempting to do what she had attempted to do ten times
 already in these last three days--to sort out the children's
 things and her own, so as to take them to her mother's--and
 again she could not bring herself to do this; but now again, as
 each time before, she kept saying to herself, "that things cannot
 go on like this, that she must take some step" to punish him, put
 him to shame, avenge on him some little part at least of the
 suffering he had caused her.  She still continued to tell
 herself that she should leave him, but she was conscious that
 this was impossible; it was impossible because she could not get
 out of the habit of regarding him as her husband and loving him.
 Besides this, she realized that if even here in her own house she
 could hardly manage to look after her five children properly,
 they would be still worse off where she was going with them all.
 As it was, even in the course of these three days, the youngest
 was unwell from being given unwholesome soup, and the others had
 almost gone without their dinner the day before.  She was
 conscious that it was impossible to go away; but, cheating
 herself, she went on all the same sorting out her things and
 pretending she was going. Seeing her husband, she dropped her hands into the drawer of the
 bureau as though looking for something, and only looked round at
 him when he had come quite up to her.  But her face, to which she
 tried to give a severe and resolute expression, betrayed
 bewilderment and suffering. |