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Levin
,
not
without
an
inner
struggle
,
handed
her
his
diary
.
He
knew
that
between
him
and
her
there
could
not
be
,
and
should
not
be
,
secrets
,
and
so
he
had
decided
that
so
it
must
be
But
he
had
not
realized
what
an
effect
it
would
have
on
her
,
he
had
not
put
himself
in
her
place
.
It
was
only
when
the
same
evening
he
came
to
their
house
before
the
theater
,
went
into
her
room
and
saw
her
tear
-
stained
,
pitiful
,
sweet
face
,
miserable
with
suffering
he
had
caused
and
nothing
could
undo
,
he
felt
the
abyss
that
separated
his
shameful
past
from
her
dovelike
purity
,
and
was
appalled
at
what
he
had
done
.
“
Take
them
,
take
these
dreadful
books
!
”
she
said
,
pushing
away
the
notebooks
lying
before
her
on
the
table
.
“
Why
did
you
give
them
me
?
No
,
it
was
better
anyway
,
”
she
added
,
touched
by
his
despairing
face
.
“
But
it
’
s
awful
,
awful
!
”
His
head
sank
,
and
he
was
silent
.
He
could
say
nothing
.
“
You
can
’
t
forgive
me
,
”
he
whispered
.
“
Yes
,
I
forgive
you
;
but
it
’
s
terrible
!
”
But
his
happiness
was
so
immense
that
this
confession
did
not
shatter
it
,
it
only
added
another
shade
to
it
.
She
forgave
him
;
but
from
that
time
more
than
ever
he
considered
himself
unworthy
of
her
,
morally
bowed
down
lower
than
ever
before
her
,
and
prized
more
highly
than
ever
his
undeserved
happiness
.
Unconsciously
going
over
in
his
memory
the
conversations
that
had
taken
place
during
and
after
dinner
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
returned
to
his
solitary
room
.
Darya
Alexandrovna
’
s
words
about
forgiveness
had
aroused
in
him
nothing
but
annoyance
.
The
applicability
or
non
-
applicability
of
the
Christian
precept
to
his
own
case
was
too
difficult
a
question
to
be
discussed
lightly
,
and
this
question
had
long
ago
been
answered
by
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
in
the
negative
.
Of
all
that
had
been
said
,
what
stuck
most
in
his
memory
was
the
phrase
of
stupid
,
good
-
natured
Turovtsin
—
“
Acted
like
a
man
,
he
did
!
Called
him
out
and
shot
him
!
”
Everyone
had
apparently
shared
this
feeling
,
though
from
politeness
they
had
not
expressed
it
.
“
But
the
matter
is
settled
,
it
’
s
useless
thinking
about
it
,
”
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
told
himself
.
And
thinking
of
nothing
but
the
journey
before
him
,
and
the
revision
work
he
had
to
do
,
he
went
into
his
room
and
asked
the
porter
who
escorted
him
where
his
man
was
.
The
porter
said
that
the
man
had
only
just
gone
out
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
ordered
tea
to
be
sent
him
,
sat
down
to
the
table
,
and
taking
the
guidebook
,
began
considering
the
route
of
his
journey
.
“
Two
telegrams
,
”
said
his
manservant
,
coming
into
the
room
.
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
your
excellency
;
I
’
d
only
just
that
minute
gone
out
.
”
