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But
Kitty
did
not
hear
her
words
.
Her
impatience
kept
growing
,
like
the
baby
’
s
.
Their
impatience
hindered
things
for
a
while
.
The
baby
could
not
get
hold
of
the
breast
right
,
and
was
furious
.
At
last
,
after
despairing
,
breathless
screaming
,
and
vain
sucking
,
things
went
right
,
and
mother
and
child
felt
simultaneously
soothed
,
and
both
subsided
into
calm
.
“
But
poor
darling
,
he
’
s
all
in
perspiration
!
”
said
Kitty
in
a
whisper
,
touching
the
baby
.
“
What
makes
you
think
he
knows
you
?
”
she
added
,
with
a
sidelong
glance
at
the
baby
’
s
eyes
,
that
peered
roguishly
,
as
she
fancied
,
from
under
his
cap
,
at
his
rhythmically
puffing
cheeks
,
and
the
little
red
-
palmed
hand
he
was
waving
.
“
Impossible
!
If
he
knew
anyone
,
he
would
have
known
me
,
”
said
Kitty
,
in
response
to
Agafea
Mihalovna
’
s
statement
,
and
she
smiled
She
smiled
because
,
though
she
said
he
could
not
know
her
,
in
her
heart
she
was
sure
that
he
knew
not
merely
Agafea
Mihalovna
,
but
that
he
knew
and
understood
everything
,
and
knew
and
understood
a
great
deal
too
that
no
one
else
knew
,
and
that
she
,
his
mother
,
had
learned
and
come
to
understand
only
through
him
.
To
Agafea
Mihalovna
,
to
the
nurse
,
to
his
grandfather
,
to
his
father
even
,
Mitya
was
a
living
being
,
requiring
only
material
care
,
but
for
his
mother
he
had
long
been
a
mortal
being
,
with
whom
there
had
been
a
whole
series
of
spiritual
relations
already
.
“
When
he
wakes
up
,
please
God
,
you
shall
see
for
yourself
.
Then
when
I
do
like
this
,
he
simply
beams
on
me
,
the
darling
!
Simply
beams
like
a
sunny
day
!
”
said
Agafea
Mihalovna
.
“
Well
,
well
;
then
we
shall
see
,
”
whispered
Kitty
.
“
But
now
go
away
,
he
’
s
going
to
sleep
.
”
Agafea
Mihalovna
went
out
on
tiptoe
;
the
nurse
let
down
the
blind
,
chased
a
fly
out
from
under
the
muslin
canopy
of
the
crib
,
and
a
bumblebee
struggling
on
the
window
-
frame
,
and
sat
down
waving
a
faded
branch
of
birch
over
the
mother
and
the
baby
.
