repetition of something that had happened with me before; that just such a rain had pattered then, and the sun went down behind the birches, and I looked at her, and she read, and I magnetized her, and she looked around, and I recalled that it had happened before.
"Is it possible it is she? Is it really beginning?" But I quickly decided that it was not she, and that it was not beginning yet. "In the first place, she is not good-looking," I thought, "and she is just a young lady, with whom I became acquainted in the commonest manner, but she will be uncommon, and her I shall meet in some uncommon place; and then, I like this family so much because I have not seen anything as yet," I reflected, "and there are, no doubt, always such, and I shall meet many of them in my life."
