"Well, what of Kitty?" she said with a heavy sigh, looking penitently at Dolly.

" Tell me the truth, Dolly: isn't she angry with me?" "Angry? Oh, no!" said Darya Alexandrovna, smiling.

"But she hates me, despises me?" "Oh, no! But you know that sort of thing isn't forgiven.

" "Yes, yes," said Anna, turning away and looking out of the open window.