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The weather had changed. It was snowing, and the snow felldensely in large flakes, and already covered the road, the roofand the trees in the garden, the steps of the porch, the roof ofthe trap and the back of the horse.

The Englishman had a trap of his own, and Nekhludoff, having toldthe coachman to drive to the prison, called his isvostchik andgot in with the heavy sense of having to fulfil an unpleasantduty, and followed the Englishman over the soft snow, throughwhich the wheels turned with difficulty.

Is she not pretty? She's only two years old, you know."

Yes, of course," Nekhludoff began. "He is a splendid man, and Ithink"

What a good woman you are," he said.

So that as soon as the original document arrives you may comeaway and settle where you like. We shall consider"

Having made his bow to the General, Nekhludoff drove to thepostoffice, feeling himself in an extremely animated andenergetic frame of mind.

This is Katie," said the mother, straightening the white andblue crochet coverlet, from under which a little white footpushed itself languidly out.

The Englishman had a trap of his own, and Nekhludoff, having toldthe coachman to drive to the prison, called his isvostchik andgot in with the heavy sense of having to fulfil an unpleasantduty, and followed the Englishman over the soft snow, throughwhich the wheels turned with difficulty.

Is she not pretty? She's only two years old, you know."

When they had passed the anteroom and the sickening, stinkingcorridor, the Englishman and Nekhludoff, accompanied by theinspector, entered the first cell, where those sentenced to hardlabour were confined. The beds took up the middle of the cell andthe prisoners were all in bed. There were about 70 of them. Whenthe visitors entered all the prisoners jumped up and stood besidethe beds, excepting two, a young man who was in a state of highfever, and an old man who did nothing but groan.

I good?" she said through her tears, and a pathetic smile lit upher face.

She's taking the Prince to see her babies," the General shouted,laughing from the cardtable, where he sat with his soninlaw,the mine owner and the aidedecamp. "Go, go, pay your tribute."

Are you ready?" the Englishman asked.

The postoffice was a lowvaulted room. Several officials satbehind a counter serving the people, of whom there was quite acrowd. One official sat with his head bent to one side and keptstamping the envelopes, which he slipped dexterously under thestamp. Nekhludoff had not long to wait. As soon as he had givenhis name, everything that had come for him by post was at oncehanded to him. There was a good deal: letters, and money, andbooks, and the last number of Fatherland Notes. Nekhludoff tookall these things to a wooden bench, on which a soldier with abook in his hand sat waiting for something, took the seat by hisside, and began sorting the letters. Among them was oneregistered letter in a fine envelope, with a distinctly stampedbright red seal. He broke the seal, and seeing a letter fromSelenin and some official paper inside the envelope, he felt theblood rush to his face, and his heart stood still. It was theanswer to Katusha's petition. What would that answer be?Nekhludoff glanced hurriedly through the letter, written in anillegibly small, hard, and cramped hand, and breathed a sigh ofrelief. The answer was a favourable one.

A splendid boy," said Nekhludoff, as he looked at the littlefatty lying asleep on his stomach.

There were more than 20 who could.

Is she not pretty? She's only two years old, you know."

You have done so much for me as it is. If it had not been foryou" She wished to say more, but her voice trembled.

The Englishman asked if the young man had long been ill. Theinspector said that he was taken ill in the morning, but that theold man had long been suffering with pains in the stomach, butcould not be removed, as the infirmary had been overfilled for along time. The Englishman shook his head disapprovingly, said hewould like to say a few words to these people, asking Nekhludoffto interpret. It turned out that besides studying the places ofexile and the prisons of Siberia, the Englishman had anotherobject in view, that of preaching salvation through faith and bythe redemption.

She interrupted him hurriedly. "What have I to consider? WhereValdemar Simonson goes, there I shall follow." In spite of theexcitement she was in she raised her eyes to Nekhludoff's andpronounced these words quickly and distinctly, as if she hadprepared what she had to say.

Nekhludoff was ready to go, but saw that the Englishman wasnoting something down, and did not disturb him, but sat down on awooden seat by the wall, and suddenly a feeling of terribleweariness came over him. It was not a sleepless night that hadtired him, not the journey, not the excitement, but he feltterribly tired of living. He leaned against the back of thebench, shut his eyes and in a moment fell into a deep, heavysleep.

What a good woman you are," he said.

The same thing happened in the second cell. There was the samefoul air, the same icon hanging between the windows, the same tubto the left of the door, and they were all lying side by sideclose to one another, and jumped up in the same manner and stoodstretched full length with their arms by their sides, all butthree, two of whom sat up and one remained lying, and did noteven look at the newcomers; these three were also ill. TheEnglishman made the same speech and again gave away two books.

Is she not pretty? She's only two years old, you know."

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