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“
Eyes
like
what
?
”
said
Kitty
,
trying
as
conscientiously
as
possible
to
recall
every
word
and
gesture
of
that
evening
and
every
shade
implied
in
them
.
At
the
very
bottom
of
her
heart
she
did
think
there
had
been
something
precisely
at
the
moment
when
he
had
crossed
over
after
her
to
the
other
end
of
the
table
;
but
she
dared
not
own
it
even
to
herself
,
and
would
have
been
even
more
unable
to
bring
herself
to
say
so
to
him
,
and
so
increase
his
suffering
.
“
And
what
can
there
possibly
be
attractive
about
me
as
I
am
now
?
.
.
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
he
cried
,
clutching
at
his
head
,
“
you
shouldn
’
t
say
that
!
.
.
.
If
you
had
been
attractive
then
.
.
.
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
Kostya
,
oh
,
wait
a
minute
,
oh
,
do
listen
!
”
she
said
,
looking
at
him
with
an
expression
of
pained
commiseration
.
“
Why
,
what
can
you
be
thinking
about
!
When
for
me
there
’
s
no
one
in
the
world
,
no
one
,
no
one
!
.
.
.
Would
you
like
me
never
to
see
anyone
?
”
For
the
first
minute
she
had
been
offended
at
his
jealousy
;
she
was
angry
that
the
slightest
amusement
,
even
the
most
innocent
,
should
be
forbidden
her
;
but
now
she
would
readily
have
sacrificed
,
not
merely
such
trifles
,
but
everything
,
for
his
peace
of
mind
,
to
save
him
from
the
agony
he
was
suffering
.
“
You
must
understand
the
horror
and
comedy
of
my
position
,
”
he
went
on
in
a
desperate
whisper
;
“
that
he
’
s
in
my
house
,
that
he
’
s
done
nothing
improper
positively
except
his
free
and
easy
airs
and
the
way
he
sits
on
his
legs
.
He
thinks
it
’
s
the
best
possible
form
,
and
so
I
’
m
obliged
to
be
civil
to
him
”
“
But
,
Kostya
,
you
’
re
exaggerating
,
”
said
Kitty
,
at
the
bottom
of
her
heart
rejoicing
at
the
depth
of
his
love
for
her
,
shown
now
in
his
jealousy
.
“
The
most
awful
part
of
it
all
is
that
you
’
re
just
as
you
always
are
,
and
especially
now
when
to
me
you
’
re
something
sacred
,
and
we
’
re
so
happy
,
so
particularly
happy
—
and
all
of
a
sudden
a
little
wretch
.
.
.
.
He
’
s
not
a
little
wretch
;
why
should
I
abuse
him
?
I
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
.
But
why
should
my
,
and
your
,
happiness
.
.
.
.
”
