Levin knew too that Kitty had strengthened his hope by accounts of the marvelous recoveries she had heard of.

Levin knew all this; and it was agonizingly painful to him to behold the supplicating, hopeful eyes and the emaciated wrist, lifted with difficulty, making the sign of the cross on the tense brow, and the prominent shoulders and hollow, gasping chest, which one could not feel consistent with the life the sick man was praying for.

During the sacrament Levin did what he, an unbeliever, had done a thousand times.