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And, indeed, it would be difficult to find a creature stranger or more original—in appearance, at least. Small of stature, with flashing black eyes, which looked somehow foreign, with a mass of thick, dishevelled black hair, and a mute, fixed, enigmatic gaze, she would have attracted the notice of anyone who passed her in the street. The expression in her eyes was particularly striking! There was a light of intellect

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Mark André is on page 147 of 256

But how a certain man must have been laughing at us just then as he fell asleep in his comfortable bed— that is, if he thought us worth laughing at! Probably he didn’t!

— 3 hours, 50 min ago

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... he seemed to be artificially assuming the air of an eccentric man struggling to conceal an overwhelming feeling under a show of humour, carelessness and jest. But all this only occurred to me afterwards; at the time the effect was different.

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... but certain generous feelings have taken strong root in him; he is beginning to take an interest not only in play things, but in what is lofty, noble and genuine. His ideas are queer, unstable, sometimes absurd, but his desires, his impulses, his heart— are finer, and that is the foundation of everything; and all that is best in him undoubtedly comes from you. You have remodelled him.

— Nov 01, 2026 09:39PM

Mark André is on page 124 of 256

So I devised a plan . . . .And what do you think I built it all on? Why, on the fact that dogs always like me, yes, really. I have noticed it. It’s either because there’s some magnetism in me, or else it’s because I’m fond of all animals. I don’t know, only dogs do like me, and that’s all there is to it. And, by the way, talking of magnetism, I haven’t told you yet, Natasha, we called up spirits the other day, . . .

— Nov 01, 2026 12:42AM

Mark André is on page 119 of 256

The tone was such that I was in despair. My father had never spoken to me like that; ‘Lisbon would sooner be swallowed up in an earthquake than I should fail to get my own way’— that’s the sort of tone it was!”

— Oct 31, 2026 10:50AM

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A minute later we were all laughing as though we were crazy.

— Oct 30, 2026 09:19PM

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We shall have to win the right to our future happiness by further suffering; buy it with some new agonies. Suffering purifies everything.
Oh, Vanya, how much pain there is in the world!”

— Oct 29, 2026 08:06PM

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The prince calculated that the lapse of six months must have had some effect, that Natasha could no longer have the charm of novelty for his son and that he would now regard his proposed fiancee with a different feeling than he had done six months before. He was only partly right in his reckoning.

— Oct 28, 2026 10:19PM

Mark André is on page 96 of 256

But no sooner had he heard her exclamation than an insane fury flashed in his eyes. He snatched up the locket, threw it violently on the floor, and started trampling it ...
“I curse you, I curse you, for ever and ever!” he shouted hoarsely, gasping for breath. “
“Good God!” cried the mother. “Her! My Natasha! Her darling face!... trampling on it! With his feet! Tyrant! You cruel, unfeeling, and arrogant man!”

— Oct 28, 2026 10:00AM

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The old man had a compelling impulse to quarrel, though he was made miserable by it himself.

— Oct 28, 2026 09:50AM