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"No, Katya, I shall be glad," answered Trirodov calmly. "You'll find it convenient in there," and he signified with his eyes the little neighbouring room which had no other exit. Alkina flushed lightly and said: "If you will permit me, I'd rather undress here. It would give me joy to have you look at me a long time." Trirodov helped her to undo the clasps of her skirt.
Only her vivid lips, speaking slowly, seemed to be alive in her pale face. "Giorgiy Sergeyevitch, will you love me a little?" Trirodov smiled. He sat quietly in his chair and looked at her simply and dispassionately. He did not answer at once. Alkina asked again with her sad and gentle humility: "Perhaps you haven't the time, nor the desire?"
Elisaveta and Alkina managed to escape the first ring together. But they could hear all around them the cries of the Cossacks. They paused and pressed close to an old oak, not knowing which way to turn. They were joined by Trirodov. "Follow me," he said to them; "I think I can find a less dangerous place." "What has become of our invited speaker?" asked Alkina.
If any one were to measure your body he would find no error in its proportions." Alkina scrutinized herself attentively and went on incredulously: "The lines are good but the colour? I believe you once said that Russians often have unpleasant complexions. When I look on the whiteness of my body I am reminded of plaster of paris, and I begin to weep because I am so ugly."
And he answered her with his usual resolution: "No, Katya. Shame is often needed, in order that we may gain control over it." Alkina once more lay back calmly, basking naked under his glances, as under the rays of the high Dragon. Trirodov was silent. Alkina laughed quietly and said: "My husband used to be so respectable, mean and polite.
It had already been decided that the party orator who was to come to speak at the projected mass meeting would be quartered at Trirodov's: this was thought to be the least dangerous place. Alkina came to say that the orator was expected that evening. It was necessary to bring him to Trirodov's house in such a way that the town should not know anything about it.
Others began to come in: there was the school-instructor Bodeyev, instructor Voronok of the town school, and the imported orator, who came accompanied by Alkina. Elisaveta was attired by now in a simple dark blue dress. "It's time to start," said Stchemilov. Once seated in the rowing-boat, the members of the party became silent and slightly nervous.
And now Alkina had come again, and began as always: "I've come on business." Trirodov regarded her with a deep, tranquil glance and answered her with the usual commonplaces of welcome. Slightly agitated by hidden desires, Alkina spoke of the "business" in hand.
How gentle and elastic her skin was under his hands! Alkina pressed against him with a submissive, yielding movement. Trirodov carried her to the wide, soft couch. She lay in his arms timidly and quietly and looked straight into his eyes with a simple, innocent look.
She was an instructress in the local girls' school, Ekaterina Nikolayevna Alkina a quiet, tranquil, cold creature with dark red hair and a thin face, the dull pallor of which emphasized the impressively vivid lips of her large mouth; it seemed as if all the sensuality and colour of the face had poured themselves into the lips and made them startlingly and painfully vivid and suggestive of sin.
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