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In the coach was an old lady dozing in one corner, and at the

window, evidently only just awake, sat a young girl holding in

both hands the ribbons of a white cap. With a face full of light

and thought, full of a subtle, complex inner life, that was

remote from Levin, she was gazing beyond him at the glow of the

sunrise.

At the very instant when this apparition was vanishing, the

truthful eyes glanced at him. She recognized him, and her face

lighted up with wondering delight.