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When he had taken off all his wet things and just begun to dress

again, Nekhludoff heard quick, familiar footsteps and a knock at

the door Nekhludoff knew the steps and also the knock No one

but she walked and knocked like that

Having thrown his wet greatcoat over his shoulders, he opened the

door

"Come in" It was she, Katusha, the sa naive black eyes looked up in the

saht

him from his aunts a piece of scented soap, with the wrapper just

taken off, and tels--one a long Russian embroidered one,

the other a bath towel The unused soap with the stamped

inscription, the towels, and her own self, all were equally

clean, fresh, undefiled and pleasant The irrepressible sht of him made the sweet, firm lips pucker up as of

old

"How do you do, Dmitri Ivanovitch?" she uttered with difficulty,

her face suffused with a rosy blush

"Good- "Alive and

well?"

"Yes, the Lord be thanked And here is your favorite pink soap and

towels fro the soap on the table

and hanging the towels over the back of a chair

"There is everything here," said Tikhon, defending the visitor's

independence, and pointing to Nekhludoff's open dressing case

filled with brushes, perfureat many bottles

with silver lids and all sorts of toilet appliances

"Thank lad I aht and tenderness as of