"What is your baptismal name?" asked the angry member.
"Formerly I used to be called Katerina."
"No, it cannot be," said Nekhludoff to himself; and yet he wasnow certain that this was she, that same girl, half ward, halfservant to his aunts; that Katusha, with whom he had once been inlove, really in love, but whom he had betrayed and thenabandoned, and never again brought to mind, for the memory wouldhave been too painful, would have convicted him too clearly,proving that he who was so proud of his integrity had treatedthis woman in a revolting, scandalous way. wig knotting
Yes, this was she. He now clearly saw in her face that strange,indescribable individuality which distinguishes every face fromall others; something peculiar, all its own, not to be foundanywhere else. In spite of the unhealthy pallor and the fulnessof the face, it was there, this sweet, peculiar individuality; onthose lips, in the slight squint of her eyes, in the voice,particularly in the naive smile, and in the expression ofreadiness on the face and figure.