The house threw a shadow now right across the street, but it was a bright evening and still warm in the sunshine.
Annushka, who came down with her things, and Pyotr, who put the things in the carriage, and the coachman, evidently out of humor, were all hateful to her, and irritated her by their words and actions.
"I don't want you, Pyotr.
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