CHAPTER XIX.
Posdnicheff's face had become transformed; his eyes were pitiable; their expression seemed strange, like that of another being than himself; his moustache and beard turned up toward the top of his face; his nose was diminished, and his mouth enlarged, immense, frightful.
"Yes," he resumed "she had grown stouter since ceasing to conceive, and her anxieties about her children began to disappear.

Not even to disappear.

One would have said that she was waking from a long intoxication, that on coming to herself she had perceived the entire universe with its joys, a whole world in which she had not learned to live, and which she did not understand.
"'If only this world shall not vanish! When time is past, when old age comes, one cannot recover it.' Thus, I believe, she thought, or rather felt.

Moreover, she could neither think nor feel otherwise.

She had been brought up in this idea that there is in the world but one thing worthy of attention,--love.