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“
Yes
,
as
a
weapon
I
may
be
of
some
use
.
But
as
a
man
,
I
’
m
a
wreck
,
”
he
jerked
out
.
He
could
hardly
speak
for
the
throbbing
ache
in
his
strong
teeth
,
that
were
like
rows
of
ivory
in
his
mouth
.
He
was
silent
,
and
his
eyes
rested
on
the
wheels
of
the
tender
,
slowly
and
smoothly
rolling
along
the
rails
.
And
all
at
once
a
different
pain
,
not
an
ache
,
but
an
inner
trouble
,
that
set
his
whole
being
in
anguish
,
made
him
for
an
instant
forget
his
toothache
.
As
he
glanced
at
the
tender
and
the
rails
,
under
the
influence
of
the
conversation
with
a
friend
he
had
not
met
since
his
misfortune
,
he
suddenly
recalled
her
—
that
is
,
what
was
left
of
her
when
he
had
run
like
one
distraught
into
the
cloak
room
of
the
railway
station
—
on
the
table
,
shamelessly
sprawling
out
among
strangers
,
the
bloodstained
body
so
lately
full
of
life
;
the
head
unhurt
dropping
back
with
its
weight
of
hair
,
and
the
curling
tresses
about
the
temples
,
and
the
exquisite
face
,
with
red
,
half
-
opened
mouth
,
the
strange
,
fixed
expression
,
piteous
on
the
lips
and
awful
in
the
still
open
eyes
,
that
seemed
to
utter
that
fearful
phrase
—
that
he
would
be
sorry
for
it
—
that
she
had
said
when
they
were
quarreling
.
And
he
tried
to
think
of
her
as
she
was
when
he
met
her
the
first
time
,
at
a
railway
station
too
,
mysterious
,
exquisite
,
loving
,
seeking
and
giving
happiness
,
and
not
cruelly
revengeful
as
he
remembered
her
on
that
last
moment
.
He
tried
to
recall
his
best
moments
with
her
,
but
those
moments
were
poisoned
forever
.
He
could
only
think
of
her
as
triumphant
,
successful
in
her
menace
of
a
wholly
useless
remorse
never
to
be
effaced
.
He
lost
all
consciousness
of
toothache
,
and
his
face
worked
with
sobs
.
Passing
twice
up
and
down
beside
the
baggage
in
silence
and
regaining
his
self
-
possession
,
he
addressed
Sergey
Ivanovitch
calmly
:
“
You
have
had
no
telegrams
since
yesterday
’
s
?
Yes
,
driven
back
for
a
third
time
,
but
a
decisive
engagement
expected
for
tomorrow
”
And
after
talking
a
little
more
of
King
Milan
’
s
proclamation
,
and
the
immense
effect
it
might
have
,
they
parted
,
going
to
their
carriages
on
hearing
the
second
bell
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
had
not
telegraphed
to
his
brother
to
send
to
meet
him
,
as
he
did
not
know
when
he
should
be
able
to
leave
Moscow
.
Levin
was
not
at
home
when
Katavasov
and
Sergey
Ivanovitch
in
a
fly
hired
at
the
station
drove
up
to
the
steps
of
the
Pokrovskoe
house
,
as
black
as
Moors
from
the
dust
of
the
road
.
Kitty
,
sitting
on
the
balcony
with
her
father
and
sister
,
recognized
her
brother
-
in
-
law
,
and
ran
down
to
meet
him
.
