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White as a sheet, Maria Vasiljevna advanced
through the crowd; she walked mechanically, as
if in sleep, but her face expressed such firm
resolution, such hatred, that it made you shudder.
She went straight up to Fekluscha.
‘Pardon me!’ she burst out—it came like a
wail, and she seized Fekluscha’s hand, and raised
it to her lips so vehemently, as if she was going
to bite her. But all of a sudden she was seized
by a convulsive fit, and fell to the ground
shrieking loudly.
Later on it was known that she had suffered
from similar attacks before, but she had taken
good care to hide these epileptic fits from her
masters, for fear that they might send her away.
And those of the servants who had known it,
had been discreet enough not to betray her.
Tania never learned what effect the present
fit had had upon the spectators, for the children
of course were taken away immediately; besides,
the excitement very nearly made them hysterical
too.
So much the more distinctly did she remember
the sudden change that took place in the minds
of the servants. Up till now, all had felt angry
and hostile towards Maria Vasiljevna; her
conduct appeared so mean and shameful, that
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