TATTOO ART : "I told you that I would not allow you to receive your lover in this house." "I had to see him tattoo art She stopped, not finding a reason. "I do not enter into the details of why a woman wants to see her lover." "I meant, I only..." she said, flushing hotly. This coarseness of his angered her, and gave her courage. "Surely you must feel how easy it is for you to insult me?" she said. "An honest man and an honest woman may be insulted, but to tell a thief he's a thief is simply la constatation d'un fait."
TATTOO ART : "This cruelty is something new I did not tattoo art in you." "You call it cruelty for a husband to give his wife liberty, giving her the honorable protection of his name, simply on the condition of observing the proprieties: is that cruelty?" "It's worse than cruel--it's base, if you want to know!" Anna cried, in a rush of hatred, and getting up, she was going away. "No!" he shrieked in his shrill voice, which pitched a note higher than usual even, and his big hands clutching her by the arm so violently that red marks were left from the bracelet he
TATTOO ART : was squeezing, he forcibly sat her down in her place. "Base! If you care to use that word, what is base is to forsake husband and child for a lover, while you eat tattoo art husband's bread!" She bowed her head. She did not say what she had said the evening before to her lover, that HE was her husband, and her husband was superfluous; she did not even think that. She felt all the justice of his words, and only said softly: "You cannot describe my position as worse than I feel it to be myself; but what are you saying all this for?"
TATTOO ART : "What am I saying it for? what for?" he went on, as angrily. "That you may know that tattoo art you have not carried out my wishes in regard to observing outward decorum, I will take measures to put an end to this state of things." "Soon, very soon, it will end, anyway," she said; and again, at the thought of death near at hand and now desired, tears came into her eyes. "It will end sooner than you and your lover have planned! If you must have the satisfaction of animal passion..." "Alexey Alexandrovitch! I won't say it's not generous, but it's
TATTOO ART : not like a gentleman to strike anyone who's down." "Yes, you only think of yourself! But the sufferings of a man who was your husband have no interest for you. You don't care that his whole life is ruined, that he is thuff...thuff..." Alexey Alexandrovitch was speaking so quickly that he stammered, and was utterly unable to articulate the word "suffering." In the end he pronounced it "thuffering." She wanted to laugh, and was immediately ashamed that anything could amuse her tattoo art such a moment. And for the first time, for an instant, she felt for him, put herself in his place, and was sorry for him. But what
TATTOO ART : "I told you that I would not allow you to receive your lover in this house." "I had to see him tattoo art She stopped, not finding a reason. "I do not enter into the details of why a woman wants to see her lover." "I meant, I only..." she said, flushing hotly. This coarseness of his angered her, and gave her courage. "Surely you must feel how easy it is for you to insult me?" she said. "An honest man and an honest woman may be insulted, but to tell a thief he's a thief is simply la constatation d'un fait." 
TATTOO ART : "This cruelty is something new I did not tattoo art in you." "You call it cruelty for a husband to give his wife liberty, giving her the honorable protection of his name, simply on the condition of observing the proprieties: is that cruelty?" "It's worse than cruel--it's base, if you want to know!" Anna cried, in a rush of hatred, and getting up, she was going away. "No!" he shrieked in his shrill voice, which pitched a note higher than usual even, and his big hands clutching her by the arm so violently that red marks were left from the bracelet he
TATTOO ART : was squeezing, he forcibly sat her down in her place. "Base! If you care to use that word, what is base is to forsake husband and child for a lover, while you eat tattoo art husband's bread!" She bowed her head. She did not say what she had said the evening before to her lover, that HE was her husband, and her husband was superfluous; she did not even think that. She felt all the justice of his words, and only said softly: "You cannot describe my position as worse than I feel it to be myself; but what are you saying all this for?"
TATTOO ART : "What am I saying it for? what for?" he went on, as angrily. "That you may know that tattoo art you have not carried out my wishes in regard to observing outward decorum, I will take measures to put an end to this state of things." "Soon, very soon, it will end, anyway," she said; and again, at the thought of death near at hand and now desired, tears came into her eyes. "It will end sooner than you and your lover have planned! If you must have the satisfaction of animal passion..." "Alexey Alexandrovitch! I won't say it's not generous, but it's
TATTOO ART : not like a gentleman to strike anyone who's down." "Yes, you only think of yourself! But the sufferings of a man who was your husband have no interest for you. You don't care that his whole life is ruined, that he is thuff...thuff..." Alexey Alexandrovitch was speaking so quickly that he stammered, and was utterly unable to articulate the word "suffering." In the end he pronounced it "thuffering." She wanted to laugh, and was immediately ashamed that anything could amuse her tattoo art such a moment. And for the first time, for an instant, she felt for him, put herself in his place, and was sorry for him. But what
