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Ostrov fell back into his chair. His red face became tinged with a sudden grey pallor. His eyes, now bloodshot, half closed like those of a prostrate doll with the eye mechanism in its stomach. There was witheredness, almost lifelessness, in Ostrov's voice: "Poltinin." "Your friend?" asked Trirodov. "Well, go on." "He is now being sought for," went on Ostrov in the same lifeless way.
Every trace of the decrepitude and witheredness she showed as she hovered like a film about her wheel, had vanished. Her hair was very white, but it hung about her head in great plenty, and shone like silver in the moonlight.
You're not old, grandmother. 'I am very old indeed. It is so silly of people I don't mean you, for you are such a tiny, and couldn't know better but it is so silly of people to fancy that old age means crookedness and witheredness and feebleness and sticks and spectacles and rheumatism and forgetfulness! It is so silly! Old age has nothing whatever to do with all that.
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