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degree that all day and night I see her before me. There is her pale face full of anger; I see her when she sits frozen gazing somewhere far away, as if some thought was imprinted on her mind. When we drove from the station I wished to cover her with a fur. “Put on this fur,” I said, “it will keep you warm.”
She threw it away.
“It is yours,” she said, “you can wear it.”
Certainly the fur was mine, but I guessed she would not take it if she knew that. I said: “It is not mine, I tell you, according to the law it belongs to you.” Well, she put it on… but it did not help very much. At day-break I looked at her again; all the blood had gone from her face. When we passed the station again she ordered Ivanoff to sit on the coach-box. He murmured, but dared not contradict. He was less tipsy
