He remembered how he had kissed it and then had examined the lines on the pink palm.

" Have mercy on us again!" thought Levin, crossing himself, bowing, and looking at the supple spring of the deacon's back bowing before him.

" She took my hand then and examined the lines 'You've got a splendid hand,' she said.

" And he looked at his own hand and the short hand of the deacon.

" Yes, now it will soon be over," he thought.