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Chapter 37

           

           Thedoctorwhohadbeenstandingbesidehim,preventingPrinceAndrewfromseeinghisface,movedaway.

           “MyGod!Whatisthis?Whyishehere?”saidPrinceAndrewtohimself.

           Inthemiserable,sobbing,enfeebledmanwhoseleghadjustbeenamputated,herecognizedAnatoleKurágin.Menweresupportinghimintheirarmsandofferinghimaglassofwater,buthistrembling,swollenlipscouldnotgraspitsrim.Anatolewassobbingpainfully.“Yes,itishe!Yes,thatmanissomehowcloselyandpainfullyconnectedwithme,”thoughtPrinceAndrew,notyetclearlygraspingwhathesawbeforehim.“Whatistheconnectionofthatmanwithmychildhoodandlife?”heaskedhimselfwithoutfindingananswer.Andsuddenlyanewunexpectedmemoryfromthatrealmofpureandlovingchildhoodpresenteditselftohim.HerememberedNatáshaashehadseenherforthefirsttimeattheballin1810,withherslenderneckandarmsandwithafrightenedhappyfacereadyforrapture,andloveandtendernessforher,strongerandmorevividthanever,awokeinhissoul.Henowrememberedtheconnectionthatexistedbetweenhimselfandthismanwhowasdimlygazingathimthroughtearsthatfilledhisswolleneyes.Herememberedeverything,andecstaticpityandloveforthatmanoverflowedhishappyheart.

           PrinceAndrewcouldnolongerrestrainhimselfandwepttenderlovingtearsforhisfellowmen,forhimself,andforhisownandtheirerrors

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