gave her pain, and, unable to understand it, she did what she was

always in the habit of doing, she got rid of these memories by

enveloping them in the mist of a depraved life. In the first

moment, she associated the man now sitting beside her with the

lad she had loved; but feeling that this gave her pain, she

dissociated them again. Now, this well-dressed, carefully-got-up

gentleman with perfumed beard was no longer the Nekhludoff whom

she had loved but only one of the people who made use of