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He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

Yes, there is something in me hateful, repulsive," thought Ljewin, as he came away from the Schtscherbazkijs', and walked in the direction of his brother's lodgings. "And I don't get on with other people. Pride, they say. No, I have no pride. If I had any pride, I should not have put myself in such a position".

if they hadn__ both been pretending, but had had what is called a heart-to-heart talk, that is, simply told each other just what they were thinking and feeling, then they would just have looked into each other__ eyes, and Constantine would only have said: __ou__e dying, dying, dying!_ _ while Nicholas would simply have replied: __ know I__ dying, but I__ afraid, afraid, afraid!_ That__ all they would have said if they__ been talking straight from the heart. But it was impossible to live that way, so Levin tried to do what he__ been trying to do all his life without being able to, what a great many people could do so well, as he observed, and without which life was impossible: he tried to say something different from what he thought, and he always felt it came out false, that his brother caught him out and was irritated by it.

How strange it was to think that he, who such a short time ago dared not believe in the happiness of her loving him, now felt unhappy because she loved him too much!