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