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"So Avdotya Romanovna comes to see you," he said, weighing each syllable, "and you're going to see a man who says we need more air, and so of course that letter... that too must have something to do with it," he concluded to himself. "What letter?" "She got a letter to-day. It upset her very much very much indeed. Too much so. I began speaking of you, she begged me not to.
"You went home?" The peasant woman was silent. "Well, good-bye, Fetinyushka," she brought out at last, and trudged off. This conversation had an unpleasant effect on Akim. His love for Avdotya had cooled, but still he did not like what the servant had said.
Lizaveta Prohorovna could sell our inn if she liked, but why should he rob us.... Get your money back." "There's no claiming the money back from him," Akim replied grimly, "we have settled our accounts." Avdotya was amazed. "How is that?" "Why, like this. Do you know," Akim went on and his eyes gleamed, "do you know where I spent the night? You don't know?
"I think so, too," Pulcheria Alexandrovna agreed with a dejected air. But she was very much surprised at hearing Razumihin express himself so carefully and even with a certain respect about Pyotr Petrovitch. Avdotya Romanovna, too, was struck by it. "So this is your opinion of Pyotr Petrovitch?" Pulcheria Alexandrovna could not resist asking.
One day after dinner Avdotya Romanovna followed me into an avenue in the garden and with flashing eyes insisted on my leaving poor Parasha alone. It was almost our first conversation by ourselves. I, of course, was only too pleased to obey her wishes, tried to appear disconcerted, embarrassed, in fact played my part not badly.
Naum heard the hurried footsteps of Avdotya a long way off and went to meet her. She came up to him, pale with running; the moon lighted up her face. "Well, have you brought it?" he asked. "Brought it yes, I have," she answered in an uncertain voice. "But, Naum Ivanitch " "Give it me, since you have brought it," he interrupted her, and held out his hand. She took a parcel from under her shawl.
Do you remember what a lot of talk we had together on this subject, sitting in the evenings on the terrace after supper? Why, you used to reproach me with breadth! Who knows, perhaps we were talking at the very time when he was lying here thinking over his plan. There are no sacred traditions amongst us, especially in the educated class, Avdotya Romanovna.
The innkeeper and his wife went off to the little lobby partitioned off, which served them as a bedroom. Akim was snoring immediately. It was a long time before Avdotya could get to sleep.... At first she lay still, turning her face to the wall, then she began tossing from side to side on the hot feather bed, throwing off and pulling up the quilt alternately ... then she sank into a light doze.
"Nothing has happened, Avdotya Arefyevna; your husband is asking for you." "Has he come back?" "Yes." "Where is he, then?" "He is in the village, sitting in his hut." Avdotya was frightened. "Well, Petrovitch," she inquired, looking straight into his face, "is he angry?" "He does not seem so." Avdotya looked down. "Well, let us go," she said. She put on a shawl and they set off together.
Without her support Pulcheria Alexandrovna obviously did not know what to do. At last, faltering and continually glancing at her daughter, she confessed that she was exceedingly worried by one circumstance. "You see, Dmitri Prokofitch," she began. "I'll be perfectly open with Dmitri Prokofitch, Dounia?" "Of course, mother," said Avdotya Romanovna emphatically.
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