1 Give them to the woman whom you shall honor most of all.
2 Pierre was just the husband needed for a brilliant society woman.
3 A woman rushed out and seeing Prince Andrew stopped, hesitating on the threshold.
4 All were silent, only the pilgrim woman went on in measured tones, drawing in her breath.
5 A woman came from the bedroom with a frightened face and became confused when she saw Prince Andrew.
6 Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.
7 The Torzhok peddler woman, in a whining voice, went on offering her wares, especially a pair of goatskin slippers.
8 Yes, I never loved her," said he to himself; "I knew she was a depraved woman," he repeated, "but dared not admit it to myself.
9 The postmaster, his wife, the valet, and a peasant woman selling Torzhok embroidery came into the room offering their services.
10 But the general opinion concerning the queer husband of "the most distinguished woman in Petersburg" was so well established that no one took his freaks seriously.
11 A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up.
12 The second pair of man's gloves he was to wear at the meetings, and finally of the third, a pair of women's gloves, he said: "Dear brother, these woman's gloves are intended for you too."
13 The old woman, lowering her eyes but casting side glances at the newcomers, had turned her cup upside down and placed a nibbled bit of sugar beside it, and sat quietly in her armchair, though hoping to be offered another cup of tea.
14 How often when considering her character I have told myself that I was to blame for not understanding her, for not understanding that constant composure and complacency and lack of all interests or desires, and the whole secret lies in the terrible truth that she is a depraved woman.
15 Nurse Savishna, knitting in hand, was telling in low tones, scarcely hearing or understanding her own words, what she had told hundreds of times before: how the late princess had given birth to Princess Mary in Kishenev with only a Moldavian peasant woman to help instead of a midwife.
16 And Prince Andrew, crossing his arms behind him, long paced the room, now frowning, now smiling, as he reflected on those irrational, inexpressible thoughts, secret as a crime, which altered his whole life and were connected with Pierre, with fame, with the girl at the window, the oak, and woman's beauty and love.
17 The pilgrim woman was appeased and, being encouraged to talk, gave a long account of Father Amphilochus, who led so holy a life that his hands smelled of incense, and how on her last visit to Kiev some monks she knew let her have the keys of the catacombs, and how she, taking some dried bread with her, had spent two days in the catacombs with the saints.
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