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"You ought to have a cup of tea..." she said. "I wouldn't say no... but, you see, they're getting ready," he assented. "We are late, anyway." "Do stay," she whispered, dropping her eyes and touching him by the sleeve. The postman got the knot undone at last and flung the hood over his elbow, hesitating. He felt it comfortable standing by Raissa.

"Going to marry! your wife!" repeated my father, his eyes rolling. "Your wife! ho! ho! ho!" A year less one week has he been in this world he's hardly weaned yet and he wants to get married! I shall " "Let me go! let me go!" whispered Raissa, turning to the door.

Savely undressed slowly, clambered over his wife, and lay down next to the wall. "To-morrow I'll let Father Nikodim know what sort of wife you are!" he muttered, curling himself up. Raissa turned her face to him and her eyes gleamed. "The job's enough for you, and you can look for a wife in the forest, blast you!" she said. "I am no wife for you, a clumsy lout, a slug-a-bed, God forgive me!"

"So when we go away with father," he began again, "he will get a good situation and I shall marry." "Well, that won't be just directly," I said. "No, why not? I shall marry soon." "You?" "Yes, I; why not?" "You haven't fixed on your wife, I suppose." "Of course, I have." "Who is she?" David laughed. "What a senseless fellow you are, really? Raissa, of course." "Raissa!"

"She's always like that," said Raissa: "she doesn't like to have people laugh. Here, then, darling, I won't," she added, stooping down to the child and running, her fingers through its hair. "Do you see?" The laughter died away from Raissa's face, and her lips, with the corners prettily turned up, again became immovable: the child was quiet.

When little by little they had died away, Raissa got up and nervously paced to and fro. At first she was pale, then she flushed all over. Her face was contorted with hate, her breathing was tremulous, her eyes gleamed with wild, savage anger, and, pacing up and down as in a cage, she looked like a tigress menaced with red-hot iron. For a moment she stood still and looked at her abode.

Raïssa, tired of being tormented by Raspopov, who accuses her of poisoning him, strangles the old man in a moment of cold anger, under the very eyes of Evsey. Thanks to Dorimedonte, this crime goes unpunished. Evsey, having become the lodger of the two lovers, now enters the Okhrana, at the advice of his new master.

As it were with effort Raissa turned her eyes on me; she blinked several times, opening them wider and wider, then leaned her head on one side and flushed slightly all over while her lips parted ... she slowly drew in a deep breath, winced as though in pain and with fearful effort articulated: "Da ... Dav ... a ... alive," got up impulsively and rushed away. "Where are you going?" I exclaimed.

David held out both hands to me.... His red hair, by now dry, stuck up in amusing tufts.... But the softened expression of his face seemed the more genuine for that. I took my cap and went out of the house, trying to avoid meeting my father and reminding him of his promise. "Yes, indeed," I reflected as I walked towards the Latkins', "how was it that I did not notice Raissa? What became of her?

But, laughing gently, she flew over the ground. I of course hastened after her, while behind us was a sound of voices the aged one that of Latkin, and the childish cry that of the deaf mute. Raissa went straight to our house. "What a day this has been!" I thought to myself as I tried to keep up with the black dress that flew along in front of me.