At that time her faith in him was unshaken.

One can't help believing that the tutor had rather a bad influence on his pupil's nerves.

When at sixteen he was taken to a lyceum he was fragile-looking and pale, strangely quiet and dreamy.

(Later on he was distinguished by great physical strength.) One must assume too that the friends went on weeping at night, throwing themselves in each other's arms, though their tears were not always due to domestic difficulties.

Stepan Trofimovitch succeeded in reaching the deepest chords in his pupil's heart, and had aroused in him a vague sensation of that eternal, sacred yearning which some elect souls can never give up for cheap gratification when once they have tasted and known it.