But yet that Sunday they did look upon me as hopeless.

Only Dasha's an angel.

I'm awfully afraid they may wound _him_ by some careless allusion to me." "Don't be afraid, and don't be uneasy," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, making a wry face.
"However, that doesn't matter to me, if he is a little ashamed of me, for there will always be more pity than shame, though it differs with people, of course.

He knows, to be sure, that I ought rather to pity them than they me." "You seem to be very much offended with them, Marya Timofyevna ?" "I?
Oh, no," she smiled with simple-hearted mirth.

"Not at all.