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Where do you live?" "In Bogoyavlensky Street, Filipov's house." "I know. I think it's there, too, I've been told, a captain lives, beside you, Mr. Lebyadkin," said Liza in the same hurried manner. Shatov sat for a full minute with the bundle in his outstretched hand, making no answer and staring at the floor. "You'd better find some one else for these jobs.
I've heard her myself calling to him, 'Lebyadkin, give me some water! And she laughed as she said it. The only difference is that he doesn't fetch the water but beats her for it; but she isn't a bit afraid of him.
However, he drew himself up, stretched out his hand, and began: "With broken limbs my beauteous queen Is twice as charming as before, And, deep in love as I have been, To-day I love her even more." "Come, that's enough," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, a wave of his hand. "I dream of Petersburg," cried Lebyadkin, passing quickly to another subject, as though there had been no mention of verses.
"It is true," Lebyadkin brought out in a hollow voice, looking at his tormentor. Drops of perspiration stood out on his forehead. "Is it all true?" "It's all true." "Have you nothing to add or to observe? If you think that we've been unjust, say so; protest, state your grievance aloud." "No, I think nothing." "Did you threaten Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch lately?"
"What have you got there under the table-cloth?" asked Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, suddenly noticing it. "That?" said Lebyadkin, turning towards it also. "That's from your generosity, by way of house-warming, so to say; considering also the length of the walk, and your natural fatigue," he sniggered ingratiatingly.
"It was... it was more drink than anything, Pyotr Stepanovitch." He suddenly raised his head. "If family honour and undeserved disgrace cry out among men then then is a man to blame?" he roared suddenly, forgetting himself as before. "Are you sober now, Mr. Lebyadkin?" Pyotr Stepanovitch looked at him penetratingly. "I am... sober." "What do you mean by family honour and undeserved disgrace?"
"It's Mr. G v, a young man of classical education, in touch with the highest society." "I love him if he's in society, clas-si... that means he's high-ly ed-u-cated. The retired Captain Ignat Lebyadkin, at the service of the world and his friends... if they're true ones, if they're true ones, the scoundrels."
The public announcement of the marriage seemed to him absurd. "It's true that with such a wonder-worker anything may come to pass; he lives to do harm. But what if he's afraid himself, since the insult of Sunday, and afraid as he's never been before? And so he's in a hurry to declare that he'll announce it himself, from fear that I should announce it. Eh, don't blunder, Lebyadkin!
C'est un monstre; et enfin what is Lebyadkin? Lise listens, and listens, ooh, how she listens! I forgave her laughing. I saw her face as she listened, and ce Maurice... I shouldn't care to be in his shoes now, brave homme tout de meme, but rather shy; but never mind him...." He paused. He was tired and upset, and sat with drooping head, staring at the floor with his tired eyes.
"In the first place allow me to learn your name from yourself," Varvara Petrovna pronounced in measured and impressive tones. "Captain Lebyadkin," thundered the captain. "I have come, madam..." He made a movement again. "Allow me!" Varvara Petrovna checked him again. "Is this unfortunate person who interests me so much really your sister?"
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