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Marfinka coloured, smoothed her hair, gave a tug to her fichu, and cast a glance in the mirror. Raisky shook his finger at her, making her colour more deeply. "The person who stayed one night here," said Vassilissa to Raisky, "is also asking for you." "Markushka?" asked Tatiana Markovna in a horrified tone. "Yes," said Vassilissa. Raisky hurried out. "How glad he is, how he rushes to meet him.
"I have no wine, because we drank it all at dinner, when Monsieur Charles was our guest." "Where do you keep your clothes?" "My wife is asleep and I don't know; you must ask Avdotya." "Fool! I will find them myself!" He took a light, and went into the next room. "You see what he is like," sighed Leonti, addressing Raisky.
Raisky bowed to the assembled guests, and sat down beside his aunt on the divan. "Look how he throws himself down," whispered a young official to his neighbour. "His Excellency is looking at him." "Niel Andreevich has been wanting to see you for a long time," said Tatiana Markovna aloud, adding under her breath, "His Excellency, don't forget."
The pope's wife knows everything, but she would rather die than betray Vera's secrets. Her own secrets she scatters for anyone to pick up, but not Vera's." "With whom could she fall in love?" remarked Tatiana Markovna after a silence. "There is no one here." "No one?" interrupted Raisky quickly. Tatiana Markovna shook her head, then went on after a while: "There might be the Forester.
In his learned sleep he does not notice the darkness that is hidden in that dear Roman head, nor how empty the woman's heart is. He is helpless as far as she is concerned, and will never convince her of the virtues of the ancient ideals. The sun was setting when Raisky returned home, and was received at the door by Marfinka. "Where did you get lost, Cousin?" she asked him.
Raisky glanced through it. "Destroy it," he said. "You will have no peace while it is in your possession." "Destroy it!" said Leonti, seizing the letter, and replacing it in the desk. "How is it possible to think of such a thing, when these are the only lines she has written me, and these are all that I have as a souvenir?" "Leonti!
"Show me proof of your art." "At the moment I have nothing except a trifling thing, and even that is not complete." He rose from the divan and uncovered Marfinka's portrait. "H'm, it's like her, and good," declared Mark. He told himself that Raisky had talent. "And it would be excellent, but the head is too large in proportion and the shoulders a trifle broad."
Let me go now, Sir, for my husband may hear us." "Run, but take care you don't run into him." "He dare not do anything if he does meet me now. I shall tell him that you have given me orders...." Meanwhile, Mark had dragged his man from hiding. "Savili Ilivich," the unknown murmured, "don't strike me." "I ought to know the voice," said Raisky. "Ah! You are not Savili Ilivich, thank God.
"Ah, I understand," she continued, "but I caught two glances, which were intended for me, confess they were. I am filled with hope and expectation." As she went out Raisky asked Marfinka what she was talking about. "She's always like that," laughed Marfinka.
She passed through the flower garden and then through the avenue to the precipice; then, striding slowly along, with her head held high and without looking round, she went down the face of the cliff, and disappeared. Concealing his presence in the trees, Raisky hurried after her, following her as she passed deeper and deeper down the precipice and until she reached the arbour, where she paused.