“What a style ! How charmingly he describes!” said she, reading the descriptive part of the letter. “And what a soul! Not a word about himself.⁠ ⁠… Not a word! About some Denísov or other, though he himself, I dare say, is braver than any of them. He says nothing about his sufferings. What a heart! How like him it is! And how he has remembered everybody! Not forgetting anyone. I always said when he was only so high⁠—I always said⁠ ⁠…”