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And Paklin again felt himself a mean little ensnared creature. Until that moment he had kept the cigar in the corner of his mouth away from Sipiagin and puffed at it quietly, blowing the smoke to one side; now he took it out of his mouth and ceased smoking altogether. "My God!" he groaned inwardly, while the perspiration streamed down his back more and more, "what have I done?
"Listen," Paklin continued, trembling all over with agitation, or may be from timidity; there was a malignant light in his eyes and the tears were nearly choking him tears of pity for them and rage at himself; "listen, I told you she was married it wasn't true, I lied! but they must get married and if you prevent it, if the police get there there will be a stain on your conscience which you'll never be able to wipe out and you "
Have him brought in here." "What a man!" the governor thought with admiration, gazing respectfully at Sipiagin. He gave the order and a minute later Sila Paklin stood before him. Paklin bowed very low to the governor as he came in, but catching sight of Markelov before he had time to raise himself, remained as he was, half bent down, fidgetting with his cap.
"All the same," Ostrodumov remarked, "I am not in the least sorry for the young people who run after Skoropikin." "You are hopeless," Paklin thought. "I had better be going." Paklin had already taken up his hat, when suddenly, without the slightest warning, a wonderfully pleasant, manly baritone was heard from the passage.
How cease to imitate thee in everything, even to revelling shamelessly in one's own self-depreciation? Just then, as the echo of his own thoughts, he heard a familiar squeaky voice exclaim, "Alexai! Alexai! Hamlet of Russia! Is it you I behold?" and raising his eyes, to his great astonishment, saw Paklin standing before him!
But it serves me right for being such a dwarf! I wonder where our host has got to?" Paklin purposely changed the subject of conversation, which was rather a sore one to him. He could never resign himself to his small stature, nor indeed to the whole of his unprepossessing figure.
"They are scarce, but there are," Paklin replied. FOMISHKA and Fimishka, otherwise Foma Lavrentievitch and Efimia Pavlovna Subotchev, belonged to one of the oldest and purest branches of the Russian nobility, and were considered to be the oldest inhabitants in the town of S. They married when very young and settled, a long time ago, in the little wooden ancestral house at the very end of the town.
Konopatin brought the news." Valentina Mihailovna glanced at Paklin; the latter bowed dejectedly. "And you want to go to town at this hour?" "I think the governor will still be up." "I always said it would end like this," Kollomietzev put in. "It couldn't have been otherwise! But what dears our peasants are really! Pardon, madame, c'est votre frere! Mais la verite avant tout!"
"Sit down, please," he said aloud, making use of some of his most benevolent baritone notes and throwing back his head, sat down before his guest did. "You are no doubt tired from the journey. Sit down, please, and tell me about this important matter that has brought you so late." "Your excellency," Paklin began, cautiously dropping into an arm-chair, "I have taken the liberty of coming to you "
"What madness! what madness!" he added, and became wrapped in the contemplation of the rings of smoke as they rose quickly one after another from the end of his cigar. "Your excellency," Paklin began apologetically, "I have just said that I didn't smoke... but it was not true. I do smoke and your cigar smells so nice " "Eh? What?"
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