Anna removed his hands, once more kissed his wet face, and with rapid steps went to the door.

Alexey Alexandrovitch walked in, meeting her.

Seeing her, he stopped short and bowed his head.

Although she had just said he was better and kinder than she, in the rapid glance she flung at him, taking in his whole figure in all its details, feelings of repulsion and hatred for him and jealousy over her son took possession of her.