moistened the tip of her little finger and wiped the powder from her thin eye-lashes.
"What of?"
"What all die of. Who knows what? They told me yesterday at the cafe, Katya was dead."
"Did you love her?"
"Certainly I loved her! What are you talking about!"
Dunyasha's stupid eyes looked at Khinyakov in dull indifference as she swung her fat leg. She did not know what more to say, and tried to look at him, as he lay there, in such a manner as to show to him her love, and with that intent she gently winked her eye, and dropped the corners of her full lips.
The day had begun.
II
That day, a Saturday, the frost was so severe that the boys did not go to school, and the horseraces were postponed for fear of the horses catching cold. When Natalya Vladimirovna came out from the lying-in hospital, she was for the first moment glad that it was evening, that there was no one on the embankment, that none met her—an unmarried girl, with a six-day-old child in her arms. It had seemed to her that, as soon as she should cross the threshold, she would be met by a shouting, hissing crowd, among whom
