" "And extraordinarily like, isn't it?" said Vorkuev.

Levin looked from the portrait to the original.

A peculiar brilliance lighted up Anna's face when she felt his eyes on her.

Levin flushed, and to cover his confusion would have asked whether she had seen Darya Alexandrovna lately; but at that moment Anna spoke.

" We were just talking, Ivan Petrovitch and I, of Vashtchenkov's last pictures.