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"Not a word more," she repeated, and with a look of chill

despair, incomprehensible to him, she parted from him. She felt

that at that moment she could not put into words the sense of

shame, of rapture, and of horror at this stepping into a new

life, and she did not want to speak of it, to vulgarize this

feeling by inappropriate words. But later too, and the next day

and the third day, she still found no words in which she could

express the complexity of her feelings; indeed, she could not

even find thoughts in which she could clearly think out all that

was in her soul.

She said to herself: "No, just now I can't think of it, later on,

when I am calmer." But this calm for thought never came; every

time the thought rose of what she had done and what would happen

to her, and what she ought to do, a horror came over her and she

drove those thoughts away.

"Later, later," she said-"when I am calmer."