Isn't it a little odd that you didn't keep her here ?" She had stood literally shuddering during this speech, and now she burst out, far beyond all control: "Because she loathes you; because she hates herself for ever having loved you; because she despises herself for having ridden up here after you.

Does that fill your cup of water, Pierre, eh ?" His forehead was shining with sweat, but he set his teeth, and, after a moment, he was able to say in the same hard, calm voice: "I suppose there was no real reason for her change.

She can be persuaded back to me in a moment.

In that case just tell me where she has gone and I'll ride after her." He made as if to rise, but she cried in a panic, and yet with a wild exultation: "No, she's done with you forever, and the more you make love to her now the more she'll hate you.

Because she knows that when you kissed her before--when you kissed her--you were living with a woman." "I--living with a woman ?" Her voice had risen out of the whisper for the outbreak.