Collage 568

He was the same as always; but the inflamed color of his face, his glittering eyes, rapturously fixed on her, and especially his tender, childlike neck, rising from the turned-down collar of his shirt, gave him a special, innocent, boyish look, which she had never seen in Prince Andrei before. She went up to him, and with a quick, supple, youthful movement dropped to her knees.

He smiled and gave her his hand.

p. 918

Lynn Waskelis
from page 391-392, volume 2 of original text
collage, ink
made 6/17/11
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 918-920