However, if..." "But I've said so already, so why repeat it?" Anna suddenly interrupted him with an irritation she could not succeed in repressing.
" No sort of necessity," she thought, "for a man to come and say good-bye to the woman he loves, for whom he was ready to ruin himself, and has ruined himself, and who cannot live without him.
No sort of necessity!" she compressed her lips, and dropped her burning eyes to his hands with their swollen veins.
They were rubbing each other.
"Let us never speak of it," she added more calmly.