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CHAPTER XIX.
Posdnicheff's face had become transformed; his eyes were pitiable; their
expression seemed strange, like that of another being than himself; his
moustache and beard turned up toward the top of his face; his nose was
diminished, and his mouth enlarged, immense, frightful.
"Yes," he resumed "she had grown stouter since ceasing to conceive,
and her anxieties about her children began to disappear. Not even
to disappear. One would have said that she was waking from a long
intoxication, that on coming to herself she had perceived the entire
universe with its joys, a whole world in which she had not learned to
live, and which she did not understand.
"'If only this world shall not vanish! When time is past, when old age
comes, one cannot recover it.' Thus, I believe, she thought, or rather
felt. Moreover, she could neither think nor feel otherwise. She had been
brought up in this idea that there is in the world but one thing worthy
of attention,--love. In marrying, she had known something of this love,
but very far from everything that she had understood as promised her,
everything that she expected. How many disillusions! How much suffering!
And an unexpected torture,--the children! This torture had told upon
her, and then, thanks to the obliging doctor, she had learned that it
is possible to avoid having children. That had made her glad. She had
tried, and she was now revived for the only thing that she knew,--for
love. But love with a husband polluted by jealousy and ill-nature was no
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