"I'm not defending him, it's nothing to me; but I imagine, if you had not cared for those pleasures yourself, you might have got out of them.

But if it affords you satisfaction to gaze at Therese in the attire of Eve..." "Again, the devil again," Vronsky said, taking the hand she had laid on the table and kissing it.

"Yes; but I can't help it.

You don't know what I have suffered waiting for you.