wrapt, joyous expression of her face, by which he knew that just

exactly the same that was singing in his own soul was also

In the interval between the early and the late mass Nekhludoff

left the church. The people stood aside to let him pass, and

bowed. Some knew him; others asked who he was.

He stopped on the steps. The beggars standing there came

clamouring round him, and he gave them all the change he had in

his purse and went down. It was dawning, but the sun had not yet