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"And I am sure that he will say the same to-morrow... about

that," Avdotya Romanovna said finally. And, of course, there was

no going beyond that, for this was a point which Pulcheria

Alexandrovna was afraid to discuss. Dounia went up and kissed her

mother. The latter warmly embraced her without speaking. Then she

sat down to wait anxiously for Razumihin's return, timidly

watching her daughter who walked up and down the room with her

arms folded, lost in thought. This walking up and down when she

was thinking was a habit of Avdotya Romanovna's and the mother

was always afraid to break in on her daughter's mood at such

moments.