"Can it be
that you'll go the limit, Jennechka?"
"Yes. And without any mercy. All of you, however, don't have to be
afraid of me. I choose the man myself. The stupidest, the
handsomest, the richest and the most important, but not to one of
you will I let them go afterward. Oh! I make believe I'm so
passionate before them, that you'd burst out laughing if you saw.
I bite them, I scratch, I cry and shiver like an. insane woman.
They believe it, the pack of fools."
"It's your affair, it's your affair, Jennechka," meditatively
uttered Tamara, looking down. "Perhaps you're right, at that. Who
knows? But tell me, how did you get away from the doctor?"
Jennka suddenly turned away from her, pressed her face against the
angle of the window frame and suddenly burst into bitter, searing
tears--the tears of wrath and vengefulness--and at the same time
she spoke, gasping and quivering:
"Because ... because ... Because God has sent me especial luck: I
am sick there where, in all probability, no doctor can see. And
ours, besides that, is old and stupid..."
And suddenly, with some unusual effort of the will Jennka stopped
her tears just as unexpectedly as she had started crying.
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