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 stand it," he thought. She did not understand it indeed. She lifted the foot-rest, lighted a candle for him, and hurried away. She had to see a guest off.

When she came back he was still lying on his back, looking at the ceiling.

"How are you? Are you feeling worse?"

"Yes."

She shook her head, and sat awhile.

"Do you know, Jean? I think it would be well to send for Leshchetítski."

This meant that she wanted to send for the famous doctor, and not to spare any expense. He smiled a sarcastic smile, and said, "No." She sat awhile, and then went up to him and kissed his brow.

He hated her with all the strength of his soul just as she was kissing him, and he made an effort over himself not to push her back.

"Good night. God will grant you to fall asleep."

"Yes."