Book 1 Chapter 17 Nekhludoff and Katusha

There he stood, looking at Katusha's serious, suffering face,
which betrayed the inner struggle of her soul, and he felt pity
for her; but, strange though it may seem, this pity only
confirmed him in his evil intention.

He knocked at the window. She started as if she had received an
electric shock, her whole body trembled, and a look of horror
came into her face. Then she jumped up, approached the window and
brought her face up to the pane. The look of terror did not leave
her face even when, holding her hands up to her eyes like
blinkers and peering through the glass, she recognised him. Her
face was unusually grave; he had never seen it so before. She
returned his smile, but only in submission to him; there was no
smile in her soul, only fear. He beckoned her with his hand to
come out into the yard to him. But she shook her head and
remained by the window. He brought his face close to the pane and
was going to call out to her, but at that moment she turned to
the door; evidently some one inside had called her. Nekhludoff
moved away from the window. The fog was so dense that five steps
from the house the windows could not be seen, but the light from
the lamp shone red and huge out of a shapeless black mass. And on
the river the same strange sounds went on, sobbing and rustling
and cracking and tinkling. Somewhere in the fog, not far off, a
cock crowed; another answered, and then others, far in the
village took up the cry till the sound of the crowing blended
into one, while all around was silent excepting the river. It was
the second time the cocks crowed that night.