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"So this is what it ht Nekhludoff as he left

the prison, only now fully understanding his criuilt he would never have found out how

great his crime was Nor was this all; she, too, would never have

felt the whole horror of what had been done to her He only now

sahat he had done to the soul of this woman; only now she saw

and understood what had been done to her

Up to this time Nekhludoff had played with a sensation of

self-admiration, had admired his own remorse; noas simply

filled with horror He knew he could not throw her up now, and

yet he could not iine ould co out, a jailer, with a disagreeable,

insinuating countenance, and a cross and medals on his breast,

came up and handed him a note with an air of mystery

"Here is a note from a certain person, your honour," he said to

Nekhludoff as he gave him the envelope

"What person?"

"You will knohen you read it A political prisoner I aainst the rules,

still feelings of humanity--" The jailer spoke in an unnatural

manner

Nekhludoff was surprised that a jailer of the here