So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word.
Leo TolstoyThere it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.
Leo TolstoyHe looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it
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