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I desired only her affection, I desired to gain her confidence, her respect, which, we are assured by persons of experience, forms the surest basis for happiness in marriage.... Unluckily, I lost sight of one rather important circumstance, which was that Liza had hated me ever since the day of the duel. I found this out too late.
Stavrogin moved towards him but turned back to Liza at the third step. "If you hear anything directly, Liza, let me tell you I am to blame for it!" She started and looked at him in dismay; but he hurriedly went out. The room from which Pyotr Stepanovitch had peeped in was a large oval vestibule.
There were four of us, old Madame Ozhogin, Liza, I, and a certain Bizmyonkov, a petty official of the town of O , a light-haired, good-natured, and harmless person. I shall have more to say of him later. Mr. Ozhogin had stayed at home; he had a headache, from sleeping too long. The day was exquisite; warm and soft.
She laughed, though there was nothing to laugh at, and proposed tea, rattling along in broken sentences that were spoken with a tremulous trill, which had a suggestion of tears behind it. "Shall I ring for tea, Rosa? Oh, you have rung for tea! Ah, here it comes! Thank you, Liza. Set it here," seating herself. "Now who says the 'girl'? Remember?" and then more laughter.
Liza did not say a word in reply she did not ever smile. Slightly arching her eyebrows, and growing rather red, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, but did not withdraw her hand.
'You ain't been dahn in the street much, 'ave yer? said Liza, by way of making the acquaintance. 'Na, answered Mrs. Blakeston, 'my youngster's been dahn with the measles, an' I've 'ad my work cut out lookin' after 'im. 'Oh, an' is 'e all right now?
The upper part of the house was all in one room, rather low, but the rough walls were whitewashed, and everything was neat and clean. He was placed on a snow-white bed, and soon sank into a peaceful slumber. When he awoke the sun was shining in at the window and Aunt Liza appeared with a breakfast good enough to tempt the appetite of one far more particular than Calhoun.
Liza brought up a foaming pot, but the young man put it aside with a bashful smile at the girl, who laughed and blushed as she pressed it back upon him. "Not yet, Liza; when we come back, perhaps." "Will you not take it from me?" said the girl, turning her pretty head aside, and giving a sly dig of emphasis to the pronouns. "Not even from you, Liza, yet awhile."
'Well, I'll marry yer. Swop me bob, I wants ter badly enough. 'Yer can't; yer married already. 'Thet don't matter! If I give the missus so much a week aht of my screw, she'll sign a piper ter give up all clime ter me, an' then we can get spliced. One of the men as I works with done thet, an' it was arright. Liza shook her head.
Her face was pale; even her slightly-parted lips had lost their color. Lavretsky's heart throbbed with pity and with love. "You have written to me that all is over," he whispered. "Yes, all is over before it had begun." "All that must be forgotten," said Liza. "I am glad you have come. I was going to write to you; but it is better as it is. Only we must make the most of these few minutes.
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