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"It's I," answered Konstantin Levin, coming forward into the

light.

"Who's I?" Nikolay's voice said again, still more angrily. He

could be heard getting up hurriedly, stumbling against something,

and Levin saw, facing him in the doorway, the big, scared eyes,

and the huge, thin, stooping figure of his brother, so familiar,

and yet astonishing in its weirdness and sickliness.

He was even thinner than three years before, when Konstantin

Levin had seen him last. He was wearing a short coat, and his

hands and big bones seemed huger than ever. His hair had grown

thinner, the same straight mustaches hid his lips, the same eyes

gazed strangely and naively at his visitor.