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"How is this," he said, "you are not put down here as Lubov?"

The prisoner remained silent

"I want your real nary member

"Formerly I used to be called Katerina"

"No, it cannot be," said Nekhludoff to himself; and yet he was

now certain that this was she, that sairl, half ward, half

servant to his aunts; that Katusha, hom he had once been in

love, really in love, but whoht to mind, for the memory would

have been too painful, would have convicted hirity had treated

this wo, scandalous way

Yes, this was she He now clearly saw in her face that strange,

indescribable individuality which distinguishes every face fro peculiar, all its own, not to be found

anywhere else In spite of the unhealthy pallor and the fulness

of the face, it was there, this sweet, peculiar individuality; on

those lips, in the slight squint of her eyes, in the voice,

particularly in the naive sure

"You should have said so," reentle tone "Your patronyitiodfather's nauilty of?" continued Nekhludoff, in

his mind, unable to breathe freely

"Your family name--your surname, I mean?" the president went on

"They used to call me by my mother's surname, Maslova"

"What class?"