I have forgiven it, and you ought to forgive!" Alexey Alexandrovitch heard her, but her words had no effect on him now.

All the hatred of that day when he had resolved on a divorce had sprung up again in his soul.

He shook himself, and said in a shrill, loud voice:-- "Forgive I cannot, and do not wish to, and I regard it as wrong.

I have done everything for this woman, and she has trodden it all in the mud to which she is akin.

I am not a spiteful man, I have never hated anyone, but I hate her with my whole soul, and I cannot even forgive her, because I hate her too much for all the wrong she has done me!" he said, with tones of hatred in his voice.