her hand, grasped the note, and hid it under her belt.
"That's odd, what you are saying there," she said, with a smile
of contempt, as it seemed to him.
Nekhludoff felt that there was in her soul one who was his enemy
and who was protecting her, such as she was now, and preventing
him from getting at her heart. But, strange to say, this did not
repel him, but drew him nearer to her by some fresh, peculiar
power. He knew that he must waken her soul, that this was