Oh, by the way,” he said at the very moment she was in the doorway, “we’re going tomorrow for certain, aren’t we?” If the sun refused to shine i would still be loving you poster.  “You, but not I,” she said, turning round to him. “Anna, we can’t go on like this…” “You, but not I,” she repeated. “This is getting unbearable!”

If the sun refused to shine i would still be loving you poster

“You…you will be sorry for this,” she said, and went out. If the sun refused to shine i would still be loving you poster.  Frightened by the desperate expression with which these words were uttered, he jumped up and would have run after her, but on second thoughts he sat down and scowled, setting his teeth. This vulgar–as he thought it–threat of something vague exasperated him. “I’ve tried everything,” he thought; “the only thing left is not to pay attention,” and he began to get ready to drive into town, and again to his mother’s to get her signature to the deeds. She heard the sound of his steps about the study and the dining room. At the drawing room he stood still. But he did not turn in to see her, he merely gave an order that the horse should be given to Voytov if he came while he was away.

How to get it?

Then she heard the carriage brought round, the door opened, and he came out again. But he went back into the porch again, and someone was running upstairs. It was the valet running up for his gloves that had been forgotten. She went to the window and saw him take the gloves without looking, and touching the coachman on the back he said something to him. Then without looking up at the window he settled himself in his usual attitude in the carriage, with his legs crossed, and drawing on his gloves he vanished round the corner.