Poor thing, poor thing, the friend of my whole life! I confess the sudden determination of my whole future almost crushed me....

I confess I still had hopes, but now _tout est dit._ I know now that all is over.

_C'est terrible!_ Oh, that that Sunday would never come and everything would go on in the old way.
You would have gone on coming and I'd have gone on here...." "You've been upset by all those nasty things Liputin said, those slanders." "My dear, you have touched on another sore spot with your friendly finger.

Such friendly fingers are generally merciless and sometimes unreasonable; _pardon,_ you may not believe it, but I'd almost forgotten all that, all that nastiness, not that I forgot it, indeed, but in my foolishness I tried all the while I was with Lise to be happy and persuaded myself I was happy.

But now...