handsome face. She was Dounia over again, twenty years older, but

without the projecting underlip. Pulcheria Alexandrovna was emotional,

but not sentimental, timid and yielding, but only to a certain

point. She could give way and accept a great deal even of what was

contrary to her convictions, but there was a certain barrier fixed

by honesty, principle and the deepest convictions which nothing

Exactly twenty minutes after Razumihin's departure, there came two

subdued but hurried knocks at the door: he had come back.