Again the inspector considered for a moment.

"Ah, well, she can be brought out here for awhile. Mary

Karlovna," turning to the warder, "lead Maslova out."

A minute later Maslova came out of the side door. Stepping

softly, she came up close to Nekhludoff, stopped, and looked up

at him from under her brows. Her black hair was arranged in

ringlets over her forehead in the same way as it had been two

days ago; her face, though unhealthy and puffy, was attractive,