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I et rid of him (I was in a fret of impatience, too), I took a few steps in the direction in whichthe little street to the end, turned the corner, and stood still In the street, forty paces from me, at the openof a little wooden house, stoodforward over the -sill, and in the house, half hidden by a curtain, sat a wo to my father; this woman was Zinaïda

I was petrified This, I confess, I had never expected My first iht, 'and I aer than curiosity, stronger than jealousy, stronger even than fear--held an to watch; I strained hZinaïda would not consent I seem to see her face now--mournful, serious, lovely, and with an inexpressible irief, love, and a sort of despair--I can find no other word for it She uttered --sub By that smile alone, I should have known ed his shoulders, and straightened his hat on his head, which was always a sign of iht the words: 'Vous devez vous séparer de cette' Zinaïda sat up, and stretched out her arm Suddenly, before my very eyes, the impossible happened My father suddenly lifted the whip, hich he had been switching the dust off his coat, and I heard a sharp blow on that arm, bare to the elbow I could scarcely restrainout; while Zinaïda shuddered, looked without a word ather arm to her lips, kissed the streak of red upon it My father flung away the whip, and running quickly up the steps, dashed into the house Zinaïda turned round, and with outstretched arms and downcast head, she toowith panic, with a sort of awe-struck horror, I rushed back, and running down the lane, alo my hold of Electric, went back to the bank of the river I could not think clearly of anything I knew that my cold and reserved father was sometimes seized by fits of fury; and all the same, I could never comprehend what I had just seen But I felt at the tiesture, the glance, the se so suddenly presented to me, was imprinted for ever on my memory I stared vacantly at the river, and never noticed that , 'beatenbeaten'