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And
getting
into
bed
,
she
blew
out
the
candle
,
lay
down
and
was
still
.
Though
he
thought
her
stillness
suspicious
,
as
though
she
were
holding
her
breath
,
and
still
more
suspicious
the
expression
of
peculiar
tenderness
and
excitement
with
which
,
as
she
came
from
behind
the
screen
,
she
said
“
nothing
,
”
he
was
so
sleepy
that
he
fell
asleep
at
once
.
Only
later
he
remembered
the
stillness
of
her
breathing
,
and
understood
all
that
must
have
been
passing
in
her
sweet
,
precious
heart
while
she
lay
beside
him
,
not
stirring
,
in
anticipation
of
the
greatest
event
in
a
woman
’
s
life
.
At
seven
o
’
clock
he
was
waked
by
the
touch
of
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
and
a
gentle
whisper
.
She
seemed
struggling
between
regret
at
waking
him
,
and
the
desire
to
talk
to
him
.
“
Kostya
,
don
’
t
be
frightened
.
It
’
s
all
right
.
But
I
fancy
.
.
.
.
We
ought
to
send
for
Lizaveta
Petrovna
.
”
The
candle
was
lighted
again
.
She
was
sitting
up
in
bed
,
holding
some
knitting
,
which
she
had
been
busy
upon
during
the
last
few
days
.
“
Please
,
don
’
t
be
frightened
,
it
’
s
all
right
.
I
’
m
not
a
bit
afraid
,
”
she
said
,
seeing
his
scared
face
,
and
she
pressed
his
hand
to
her
bosom
and
then
to
her
lips
.
He
hurriedly
jumped
up
,
hardly
awake
,
and
kept
his
eyes
fixed
on
her
,
as
he
put
on
his
dressing
gown
;
then
he
stopped
,
still
looking
at
her
.
He
had
to
go
,
but
he
could
not
tear
himself
from
her
eyes
.
He
thought
he
loved
her
face
,
knew
her
expression
,
her
eyes
,
but
never
had
he
seen
it
like
this
.
How
hateful
and
horrible
he
seemed
to
himself
,
thinking
of
the
distress
he
had
caused
her
yesterday
.
Her
flushed
face
,
fringed
with
soft
curling
hair
under
her
night
cap
,
was
radiant
with
joy
and
courage
.
Though
there
was
so
little
that
was
complex
or
artificial
in
Kitty
’
s
character
in
general
,
Levin
was
struck
by
what
was
revealed
now
,
when
suddenly
all
disguises
were
thrown
off
and
the
very
kernel
of
her
soul
shone
in
her
eyes
.
And
in
this
simplicity
and
nakedness
of
her
soul
,
she
,
the
very
woman
he
loved
in
her
,
was
more
manifest
than
ever
.
She
looked
at
him
,
smiling
;
but
all
at
once
her
brows
twitched
,
she
threw
up
her
head
,
and
going
quickly
up
to
him
,
clutched
his
hand
and
pressed
close
up
to
him
,
breathing
her
hot
breath
upon
him
.
She
was
in
pain
and
was
,
as
it
were
,
complaining
to
him
of
her
suffering
.
And
for
the
first
minute
,
from
habit
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
to
blame
.
But
in
her
eyes
there
was
a
tenderness
that
told
him
that
she
was
far
from
reproaching
him
,
that
she
loved
him
for
her
sufferings
.
“
If
not
I
,
who
is
to
blame
for
it
?
”
he
thought
unconsciously
,
seeking
someone
responsible
for
this
suffering
for
him
to
punish
;
but
there
was
no
one
responsible
.
She
was
suffering
,
complaining
,
and
triumphing
in
her
sufferings
,
and
rejoicing
in
them
,
and
loving
them
.
He
saw
that
something
sublime
was
being
accomplished
in
her
soul
,
but
what
?
He
could
not
make
it
out
.
It
was
beyond
his
understanding
.
“
I
have
sent
to
mamma
.
You
go
quickly
to
fetch
Lizaveta
Petrovna
.
.
.
Kostya
!
.
.
.
Nothing
,
it
’
s
over
.
”
She
moved
away
from
him
and
rang
the
bell
.
“
Well
,
go
now
;
Pasha
’
s
coming
.
I
am
all
right
.
”
