Shortly after the election, Tom DeLay and company began

there was love in them; his hatred vanished like a phantom. It was not

the real feeling; he had taken the one feeling for the other. It

only meant that that minute had come.

He hid his face in his hands again and bowed his head. Suddenly he

turned pale, got up from his chair, looked at Sonia, and without

uttering a word sat down mechanically on her bed.

His sensations that moment were terribly like the moment when he had

stood over the old woman with the axe in his hand and felt that "he