" It was that Therese you used to know?" "I was just saying..." "How disgusting you are, you men! How is it you can't understand that a woman can never forget that," she said, getting more and more angry, and so letting him see the cause of her irritation, "especially a woman who cannot know your life? What do I know? What have I ever known?" she said, "what you tell me.

And how do I know whether you tell me the truth?..." "Anna, you hurt me.

Don't you trust me? Haven't I told you that I haven't a thought I wouldn't lay bare to you?" "Yes, yes," she said, evidently trying to suppress her jealous thoughts.

" But if only you knew how wretched I am! I believe you, I believe you....