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But instead of Pavel, Nejdanov appeared in the doorway. He staggered and steadied himself on the doorpost. He opened his mouth feebly, looked around with his glassy eyes, comprehending nothing. Paklin was the first to approach him. "Aliosha!" he exclaimed, "don't you know me?" Nejdanov stared at him, blinking slowly. "Paklin?" he said at last. "Yes, it is I. Aren't you well?" "No... I'm not well.
"Aliosha, you know, dear, that when you tell me, as a man of honour... and I will believe you because I know you are honourable; when you tell me that you love me with that love... the love that gives one person the right over another's life, when you tell me that I am yours." Nejdanov blushed and turned away a little. "When I tell you that... "Yes, then!
They both fully approve of what I am going to do. The thing concerns us all. No, no," he put in hastily in response to a look and gesture from Mariana. "The thing concerns Markelov; our mutual friend Markelov; it concerns him alone. But I must say goodbye now. Every minute is precious. Goodbye, Aliosha... We'll see each other again sometime.
Nejdanov declared that the less they thought about that, and the more naturally they behaved, the better. "Of course! We want to become simple, as Tatiana says." "I didn't mean it in that sense," Nejdanov began; "I meant that we must not be self-conscious." Mariana suddenly burst out laughing. "Do you remember, Aliosha, how I said that we had both become simplified?"
"I am... still alive," he pronounced scarcely audible. "I couldn't even do this properly... I am detaining you." "Aliosha!" Mariana sobbed out. "It won't... be long.... Do you... remember... Mariana ... my poem?... Surround me with flowers... But where... are the... flowers? Never mind... so long as you... are here...There in... my letter..." He suddenly shuddered.
"We are going to dine with a certain Golushkin a merchant here," Nejdanov replied. "At what time?" "At three o'clock." "Are you going to see him on account... on account " Paklin looked at Solomin who was smiling and at Markelov who sat enveloped in his gloom. "Come, Aliosha, tell them make some sort of Masonic sign.. tell them not to be on ceremony with me... I am one of you of your party."
"Yes," the peasant replied, "there'll be a heavy dew!" There was already such a heavy dew that the axles of the cart wheels as they caught in the tall grass along the roadside shook off whole showers of tiny drops and the grass looked silver-grey. Mariana again trembled from the cold. "How cold it is!" she said gaily. "But freedom, Aliosha, freedom!"
Nejdanov took her hands and pressed them against his breast. "I am happy, Mariana, to begin this new life with you! You will be my guiding star, my support, my strength " "Dear, darling Aliosha! But stop we must wash and tidy ourselves a little. I will go into my room... and you... stay here. I won't be a minute " Mariana went into the other room and shut the door.
You can save yourself the trouble, my dear boy. I am not likely to forget it." Paklin threw up his arms in despair. "Aliosha! What is the matter with you? How can you twist my words so? I hardly know you today." Nejdanov shrugged his shoulders. "Basanov's arrest has upset you, but he was so careless " "He did not hide his convictions," Mashurina put in gloomily.
I must go back to the exploiter's, to my office. Goodbye." Paklin went to the door, but stopped and turned back. "I say, Aliosha," he began in a persuasive tone of voice, "you have only just refused me, and I know you will not be short of money now; but, all the same, do allow me to sacrifice just a little for the cause. I can't do anything else, so let me help with my pocket!
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