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The play lasted over an hour longer, but Maria Nikolaevna and Sanin soon gave up looking at the stage. A conversation sprang up between them again, and went on the same lines as before; only this time Sanin was less silent. Inwardly he was angry with himself and with Maria Nikolaevna; he tried to prove to her all the inconsistency of her 'theory, as though she cared for theories!
Sanin looked in the direction she pointed. 'Yes, I believe it is an inn. 'Well, that's first-rate. I'll tell him to stop at that inn and drink beer till we come back. 'But what will he think? 'What does it matter to us? Besides, he won't think at all; he'll drink beer that's all. When they reached the inn, Maria Nikolaevna called the groom up and told him what she wished of him.
'You've been using friction with brushes, I see, said the doctor to Sanin and Pantaleone, 'and you did very well.... A very good idea ... and now let us see what further measures ... He felt the youth's pulse. 'H'm! show me your tongue! The lady bent anxiously over him. He smiled still more ingenuously, raised his eyes to her, and blushed a little.
And she began at once telling him, with haste, and confusion, and smiles, and brief sighs, and brief bright looks exchanged with Sanin.
She glanced at Sanin, turned her head away, and catching him up, passed rapidly by him. 'Gemma, he articulated, hardly audibly. She gave him a little nod, and continued to walk on in front. He followed her. He breathed in broken gasps. His legs shook under him.
Gemma passed by the arbour, turned to the right, passed by a small flat fountain, in which the sparrows were splashing busily, and, going behind a clump of high lilacs, sank down on a bench. The place was snug and hidden. Sanin sat down beside her. A minute passed, and neither he nor she uttered a word.
I believe in it ... and you will believe in it. 'Magic is sorcery ... Sanin repeated, 'Anything in the world is possible. I used not to believe in it but I do now. I don't know myself. Maria Nikolaevna thought a moment and looked about her. 'I fancy this place seems familiar to me. Look, Sanin, behind that bushy oak is there a red wooden cross, or not? Sanin moved a few steps to one side.
Sanin replied with a short bow, and hurriedly returned to his friends. Herr Klueber pretended he had not noticed either Sanin's absence nor his interview with the officers; he was urging on the coachman, who was putting in the horses, and was furiously angry at his deliberateness.
Each of them had stuck an eyeglass in his eye, and was staring at him, chuckling!... Sanin got on his feet, turned away hurriedly, put on the coat he had flung down, jerked out a word to Emil; the latter, too, put on his jacket, and they both immediately made off. It was late when they got back to Frankfort. 'They'll scold me, Emil said to Sanin as he said good-bye to him.
The carriage with four horses was already standing at the hotel gates. On seeing Sanin, Polozov merely commented, 'Oh! you've made up your mind? and putting on his hat, cloak, and over-shoes, and stuffing cotton-wool into his ears, though it was summer-time, went out on to the steps.
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