Why, I certainly won't leave you, Stepan Trofimovich, I'll never leave you, sir!' She seized his hands and clasped them in hers, and pressed them to her heart as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. {'I became very sorry for him at that moment,' she told us later.} His lips began to tremble, almost convulsively.
( Fyodor Dostoyevsky )
[ Demons ]
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