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"Well, Kirylo Sidorovitch, we shall have to say good-bye, presently." In his incertitude of the ground on which he stood Razumov felt perturbed. Turning his head quickly, he saw two men on the opposite side of the road. Seeing themselves noticed by Sophia Antonovna, they crossed over at once, and passed one after another through the little gate by the side of the empty lodge.
"He was not a quite ordinary man of his class it seems," she went on. "The people of the house my informant talked with many of them you know, one of those enormous houses of shame and misery...." Sophia Antonovna need not have enlarged on the character of the house.
Sister Marie interrupted in a low trembling voice. "It is nobody's fault. It is only for a moment. We will return soon at once. I know it. Ah, we must, we must! ... and your courage all goes. Of course it would." Sister Sofia Antonovna smiled and her eyes watched us both. "I'm afraid your Mr. will be left behind," she said. "Dr. Semyonov," Marie Ivanovna began then stopped.
Sophia Antonovna preserved a mysterious silence for a while, then made a statement. "He just simply adores her." "Does he? Well, then, I hope that she won't hesitate to beat him." Sophia Antonovna got up and wished me good-bye, as though she had not heard a word of my impious hope; but, in the very doorway, where I attended her, she turned round for an instant, and declared in a firm voice
The men began to choose partners and take their places for the polonaise. Everyone moved back, and the Emperor came smiling out of the drawing room leading his hostess by the hand but not keeping time to the music. The host followed with Marya Antonovna Naryshkina; then came ambassadors, ministers, and various generals, whom Peronskaya diligently named.
"I suppose you remember seeing me before? That evening when Natalia came to ask Peter Ivanovitch for the address of a certain Razumov, that young man who..." "I remember perfectly," I said. When Sophia Antonovna learned that I had in my possession that young man's journal given me by Miss Haldin she became intensely interested. She did not conceal her curiosity to see the document.
He was really mollified, relieved, if only for a moment, from an obscure oppression. And suddenly he asked himself, "Why the devil did I go to that house? It was an imbecile thing to do." A profound disgust came over him. Sophia Antonovna lingered, talking in a friendly manner with an evident conciliatory intention.
But the offended French lady could not be pacified for a long while, and kept muttering something to herself. 'You need not believe me, continued Pigasov coolly, 'but I assure you I told the simple truth. Who should know if not I? After that perhaps you won't believe that our neighbour, Madame Tchepuz, Elena Antonovna, told me herself, mind herself, that she had murdered her nephew?
They were all looking at Razumov now; the slayer of spies and gendarmes had turned about, presenting his enormous stomach in full, like a shield. "Don't shout. There are people passing." Sophia Antonovna was apprehensive of another outburst.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked in a stern tone. "Tut! Silliness. He's always like that." Sophia Antonovna was obviously vexed. But she dropped the information, "Necator," from her lips just loud enough to be heard by Razumov. The abrupt squeaks of the fat man seemed to proceed from that thing like a balloon he carried under his overcoat.
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