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"And how well he does it all," the mother was thinking to

herself. "What generous impulses he has, and how simply, how

delicately he put an end to all the misunderstanding with his

sister--simply by holding out his hand at the right minute and

looking at her like that.... And what fine eyes he has, and how

fine his whole face is!... He is even better looking than

Dounia.... But, good heavens, what a suit--how terribly he's

dressed!... Vasya, the messenger boy in Afanasy Ivanitch's shop,

is better dressed! I could rush at him and hug him... weep over

him--but I am afraid.... Oh, dear, he's so strange! He's talking

kindly, but I'm afraid! Why, what am I afraid of?..."