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With her parasol open and her gloves still buttoned up, she walked sedately, deliberately, as well-bred young girls walk, and spoke little. Emil, too, felt stiff, and Sanin more so than all. He was somewhat embarrassed too by the fact that the conversation was all the time in German. Only Tartaglia was in high spirits!
But already the window had slammed-to, and through the dark pane nothing could be seen, no trace of white. Sanin went home without his hat.... He did not even notice that he had lost it. It was quite morning when he fell asleep. And no wonder!
How had the garnet cross given Sanin by Gemma existed till now, why had he not sent it back, how had it happened that he had never come across it till that day?
Pantaleone thought it better to shut the outer door of the shop, so that no stranger should come; luckily, it was still early. The old man himself did not know what to think, and in any case, did not approve of the haste with which Gemma and Sanin had acted; he could not bring himself to blame them, and was prepared to give them his support in case of need: he greatly disliked Klueber!
We must, however, say a few words about Sanin himself. In the first place, he was very, very good-looking.
'What are you doing here? Sanin asked him sternly. 'Why aren't you at home? 'Let ... let me come with you, faltered Emil in a trembling voice, and he clasped his hands. His teeth were chattering as in a fever. 'I won't get in your way only take me.
'No, thank you. Frau Lenore wiped her eyes with her handkerchief and began to cry with renewed energy. 'I know all, you see! All! 'All? that is to say? 'Everything that took place to-day! And the cause ... I know that too! You acted like an honourable man; but what an unfortunate combination of circumstances! Tears choked Frau Lenore's voice. Sanin did not know what to think.
Next morning, on the same bench, she was reading breathlessly the scene between Gemma and Sanin at the window, when she heard Fiorsen's voice, behind her, say: "Miss Winton!" He, too, held a glass of the waters in one hand, and his hat in the other. "I have just made your father's acquaintance. May I sit down a minute?" Gyp drew to one side on the bench, and he sat down. "What are you reading?"
His death at the hospital in the night, with his friends looking on, is powerfully and minutely described. The fat, stupid priest goes through the last ceremonies, and is dully amazed at the contempt he receives from Sanin. Sanin's beautiful sister Lyda is ruined by a worthless but entirely conventional officer.
Seeing Sanin, she rushed up to him at once, seized him by the hand, and pulled him after her, saying in a breathless voice, 'Quick, quick, here, save him! Not through disinclination to obey, but simply from excess of amazement, Sanin did not at once follow the girl. He stood, as it were, rooted to the spot; he had never in his life seen such a beautiful creature.