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As for Dimitri, he fell to discoursing very logically to his mother on the subject of how no view can be beautiful of which the horizon is limited. Varenika alone said nothing. Glancing at her, I saw that she was leaning over the parapet of the bridge, her profile turned towards me, and gazing straight in front of her.
"And will be, as long as the world lasts. However, to-morrow I am to be presented perhaps I may see her. I'm glad that I know that I may chance to meet her, as I shall now be on my guard." "And what shall I say to Dimitri?" "Say that you mentioned her name, and where she was, and that I had only replied, that I should like to see her again."
It was after he had served us in the ignoble capacity of dish-washer and burden-carrier for several days that we were informed one evening by the governor's secretary, in his vague way, that Dimitri was an "architect." "Architecte naturel," suggested the urbane Philip, and the governor's secretary assented. Slow Dimitri might be, but once he grasped an idea, no power could drag it from him.
"I am so," replied Dimitri, coolly, "and all the better for your master. I shall be ordered to make my report in a few days, and I shall not fail to do so." "And what will they ask you?" said McShane. "They will ask me first who and what your master is?
Once, when talking to me about this incomprehensible attachment, Varenika explained the matter thus: "You see, Dimitri is a selfish person. Consequently she flatters his vanity not out of pretence, but sincerely."
"I have told you before, and I repeat it now, that you always seem to like people who say pleasant things to you, but that, as soon as ever I come to examine your friendship, I invariably find that there exists no real attachment between you." "Oh, but you are wrong," said Dimitri with an angry straightening of the neck in his collar.
When he reached the platform, he leaned on it with his elbows and beckoned to the gypsies. "You don't play badly," he called, "not badly at all; but Dimitri, the old man, he suited them better. He always came strong on the beat. Play the old tunes, Bradjaga; something they know with a crash on the first, like this." He clapped his hands: "One, two, three! One, two, three!
Advantage was taken of this state of affairs by a monk named Otrefief, who bore an almost miraculous likeness to the murdered Dimitri, to assume the name of the royal heir. At first he proceeded cautiously, and, retiring to Poland, by degrees made public the marvellous tale of his wrongs and of his escape from his assassins. Many of the leading nobles listened to his recitals and believed them.
Since that time they had both became corrupted he by the bad life he was leading; she by her marriage to a man whom she loved sensually, but who not only did not love all that which she and Dimitri at one time considered most holy and precious, but did not even understand it, and all those aspirations to moral perfection and to serving others, to which she had once devoted herself, he ascribed to selfishness and a desire to show off before people.
Instead of bursting out laughing when I said this, Dimitri pondered awhile in silence, and then answered: "You are wrong.
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