It is in your hands.

" "Vasili Dmitrich, I'm so sorry for you!... No, but you are so nice... but it won't do...not that... but as a friend, I shall always love you.

" Denisov bent over her hand and she heard strange sounds she did not understand.

She kissed his rough curly black head.

At this instant, they heard the quick rustle of the countess' dress.