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"What is so exquisite," he thought, as he returned fro aith hi of purity and freshness, arising partly fro, and

with it a new feeling of tenderness at her love for him--"what

is so exquisite is that not a word has been said by me or by her,

but we understand each other so well in this unseen language of

looks and tones, that this evening more clearly than ever she

told me she loves me And how secretly, simply, and most of all,

how trustfully! I feel myself better, purer I feel that I have

a heart, and that there is a great deal of good ineyes! When she said: Indeed I do' "Well, what then? Oh, nothing It's good forwhere to finish the evening

He passed in review of the places he natov? No, I' _Château

des Fleurs_; there I shall find Oblonsky, songs, the cancan No,

I'm sick of it That's why I like the Shtcherbatskys', that I'ht to his room at

Dussot's Hotel, ordered supper, and then undressed, and as soon

as his head touched the pillow, fell into a sound sleep