Even if we remain in the same house, we are strangers--strangers forever!" She repeated again with special significance the word so dreadful to her.

" And how I loved him! my God, how I loved him!....

How I loved him! And now don't I love him? Don't I love him more than before? The most horrible thing is," she began, but did not finish her thought, because Matrona Philimonovna put her head in at the door.