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The
nervous
agitation
of
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
kept
increasing
,
and
had
by
now
reached
such
a
point
that
he
ceased
to
struggle
with
it
.
He
suddenly
felt
that
what
he
had
regarded
as
nervous
agitation
was
on
the
contrary
a
blissful
spiritual
condition
that
gave
him
all
at
once
a
new
happiness
he
had
never
known
.
He
did
not
think
that
the
Christian
law
that
he
had
been
all
his
life
trying
to
follow
,
enjoined
on
him
to
forgive
and
love
his
enemies
;
but
a
glad
feeling
of
love
and
forgiveness
for
his
enemies
filled
his
heart
.
He
knelt
down
,
and
laying
his
head
in
the
curve
of
her
arm
,
which
burned
him
as
with
fire
through
the
sleeve
,
he
sobbed
like
a
little
child
.
She
put
her
arm
around
his
head
,
moved
towards
him
,
and
with
defiant
pride
lifted
up
her
eyes
.
“
That
is
he
.
I
knew
him
!
Now
,
forgive
me
,
everyone
,
forgive
me
!
.
.
.
They
’
ve
come
again
;
why
don
’
t
they
go
away
?
.
.
.
Oh
,
take
these
cloaks
off
me
!
”
The
doctor
unloosed
her
hands
,
carefully
laying
her
on
the
pillow
,
and
covered
her
up
to
the
shoulders
.
She
lay
back
submissively
,
and
looked
before
her
with
beaming
eyes
.
“
Remember
one
thing
,
that
I
needed
nothing
but
forgiveness
,
and
I
want
nothing
more
.
.
.
.
Why
doesn
’
t
he
come
?
”
she
said
,
turning
to
the
door
towards
Vronsky
.
“
Do
come
,
do
come
!
Give
him
your
hand
.
”
Vronsky
came
to
the
side
of
the
bed
,
and
seeing
Anna
,
again
hid
his
face
in
his
hands
.
“
Uncover
your
face
—
look
at
him
!
He
’
s
a
saint
,
”
she
said
.
“
Oh
!
uncover
your
face
,
do
uncover
it
!
”
she
said
angrily
.
“
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
do
uncover
his
face
!
I
want
to
see
him
.
”
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
took
Vronsky
’
s
hands
and
drew
them
away
from
his
face
,
which
was
awful
with
the
expression
of
agony
and
shame
upon
it
.
“
Give
him
your
hand
.
Forgive
him
.
”
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
gave
him
his
hand
,
not
attempting
to
restrain
the
tears
that
streamed
from
his
eyes
.
“
Thank
God
,
thank
God
!
”
she
said
,
“
now
everything
is
ready
.
Only
to
stretch
my
legs
a
little
.
There
,
that
’
s
capital
.
How
badly
these
flowers
are
done
—
not
a
bit
like
a
violet
,
”
she
said
,
pointing
to
the
hangings
.
“
My
God
,
my
God
!
when
will
it
end
?
Give
me
some
morphine
.
Doctor
,
give
me
some
morphine
!
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
”
