"I must show you their photograph." And she would produce the large and hideous picture.
He was the same as in those first days, and yet how immensely not the same.

He bore himself now with a chivalrous tact towards Marie Ivanovna that was beyond all praise.

He always cherished in his heart his memory of their little conversation in the orchard.

"How I wish," he told me, "that I had made that conversation longer.

It was so very short and I might so easily have lengthened it.