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"I want . . . I want . . . size forty-eight centimetres. Only she wanted one, lined . . . with real whalebone . . . I must talk to you, Nikolay Timofeitch. Come to-day!" "Talk? What about? There's nothing to talk about." "You are the only person who . . . cares about me, and I've no one to talk to but you."

Nikolay Timofeitch, a graceful dark young man, fashionably dressed, with frizzled hair and a big pin in his cravat, has already cleared a place on the counter and is craning forward, looking at Polinka with a smile. "Morning, Pelagea Sergeevna!" he cries in a pleasant, hearty baritone voice. "What can I do for you?" "Good-morning!" says Polinka, going up to him.

'They didn't expect you to-day, sir; they've not brought any beef? observed Timofeitch, who was just dragging in Bazarov's box. 'We shall get on very well without beef. It's no use crying for the moon. Poverty, they say, is no vice. 'How many serfs has your father? Arkady asked suddenly. 'The estate's not his, but mother's; there are fifteen serfs, if I remember.

"Pretend to be looking at the things," Nikolay Timofeitch whispers, bending down to Polinka with a forced smile. "Dear me, you do look pale and ill; you are quite changed. He'll throw you over, Pelagea Sergeevna! Or if he does marry you, it won't be for love but from hunger; he'll be tempted by your money. He'll furnish himself a nice home with your dowry, and then be ashamed of you.

Arina Vlasyevna sat on a low stool near the door, and only went out from time to time to pray. A few days before, a looking-glass had slipped out of her hands and been broken, and this she had always considered an omen of evil; even Anfisushka could say nothing to her. Timofeitch had gone off to Madame Odintsov's. The night passed badly for Bazarov.... He was in the agonies of high fever.

'Where are you off to, Vassily Dmitritch? 'Where? why, home to be sure, if it's so bad. I must put things to rights, if it's like that. 'But you'll do yourself harm, Vassily Dmitritch; you will, really; I'm surprised how you managed to get here; you must stop. 'No, brother, Kapiton Timofeitch, if I must die, I'll die at home; why die here?

Yakov Ivanitch used often to talk of you, she added, getting up and bowing; 'he always loved you and thought of you. I met Elisei Timofeitch the day before yesterday, and wondered whether you wouldn't be willing to assist me, as I'm out of a place just now.... 'With the greatest pleasure, Maria ... let me ask, what's your name from your father?

I turned to Alice, but she put her finger to her lips.... 'Stepan Timofeitch! Stepan Timofeitch is coming! was shouted noisily all round; 'he is coming, our father, our ataman, our bread-giver! As before I saw nothing but it seemed to me as though a huge body were moving straight at me.... 'Frolka! where art thou, dog? thundered an awful voice.

'Well, Vassily Dmitritch, any news?... But you must be ill; you don't look well. 'Yes, Kapiton Timofeitch, there's something not right. 'What's wrong with you? 'Well, it was like this, Kapiton Timofeitch.

Bazarov had spoken of his departure with no idea of putting her to the test, of seeing what would come of it; he never 'fabricated. On the morning of that day he had an interview with his father's bailiff, who had taken care of him when he was a child, Timofeitch.