1 The woman in the cap disappeared at once.
2 'Enyusha, Enyusha,' was heard a trembling woman's voice.
3 He was suddenly conscious that he was alone with a young and lovely woman.
4 Arkady looked round, and saw a tall woman in a black dress standing at the door of the room.
5 'Let's come in, mother, really,' said Bazarov, and he led the enfeebled old woman into the house.
6 At that time, there was sometimes seen in Petersburg society a woman who has even yet not been forgotten.
7 The old woman blew her nose, and bending her head to right and to left, carefully wiped one eye after the other.
8 Foreseeing inevitable separation, he wanted at least to remain her friend, as though friendship with such a woman was possible.
9 The door was flung open, and in the doorway was seen a plump, short, little old woman in a white cap and a short striped jacket.
10 'You must excuse it,' he added, turning to Arkady, and scraping with his foot; 'you understand, a woman's weakness; and well, a mother's heart.'
11 She was a young woman about three-and-twenty, with a white soft skin, dark hair and eyes, red, childishly-pouting lips, and little delicate hands.
12 In a small back room there sat, on a large chest, a young woman in a blue dressing jacket with a white kerchief thrown over her dark hair, Fenitchka.
13 There was nothing repulsive in the little plain person of the emancipated woman; but the expression of her face produced a disagreeable effect on the spectator.
14 She said little, but her words showed a knowledge of life; from some of her observations Arkady gathered that this young woman had already felt and thought much.
15 Nikolai Petrovitch with his son and Bazarov walked through a dark and almost empty hall, from behind the door of which they caught a glimpse of a young woman's face, into a drawing-room furnished in the most modern style.
16 On the contrary, he was in still more torturing, still closer bondage to this woman, in whom, even at the very moment when she surrendered herself utterly, there seemed always something still mysterious and unattainable, to which none could penetrate.
17 Nikolai Petrovitch had at that time only just moved into his new home, and not wishing to keep serfs in the house, he was on the look-out for wage-servants; the woman of the inn on her side complained of the small number of visitors to the town, and the hard times; he proposed to her to come into his house in the capacity of housekeeper; she consented.
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