" "Unnatural!" She suddenly recalled the word that had stung her most of all, not so much the word itself as the intent to wound her with which it was said.
" I know what he meant; he meant-- unnatural, not loving my own daughter, to love another person's child.
What does he know of love for children, of my love for Seryozha, whom I've sacrificed for him? But that wish to wound me! No, he loves another woman, it must be so.
" And perceiving that, while trying to regain her peace of mind, she had gone round the same circle that she had been round so often before, and had come back to her former state of exasperation, she was horrified at herself.
" Can it be impossible? Can it be beyond me to control myself?" she said to herself, and began again from the beginning.