As she sat in a corner of the comfortable carriage, that hardly swayed on its supple springs, while the grays trotted swiftly, in the midst of the unceasing rattle of wheels and the changing impressions in the pure air, Anna ran over the events of the last days, and she saw her position quite differently from how it had seemed at home.

Now the thought of death seemed no longer so terrible and so clear to her, and death itself no longer seemed so inevitable.

Now she blamed herself for the humiliation to which she had lowered herself.

" I entreat him to forgive me.

I have given in to him.