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And his lordship assures us there is abundance of all. If you wish to hang Chvabrine, hang on the same gallows this lad, so that they need have naught wherewith to reproach each other." The words of the confounded old man seemed to have shaken Pugatchéf. Happily, Khlopúsha began to contradict his companion. "Hold your tongue, Naúmitch," said he; "you only think of hanging and strangling.
"Offer one to his lordship." Chvabrine approached me with his tray. I turned away my head for the second time. He seemed beside himself. With his usual sharpness he had doubtless guessed that Pugatchéf was not pleased with me. He regarded him with alarm and me with mistrust.
I began to intercede for Chvabrine, and the good Commandant, with his wife's leave, agreed to set him at liberty. Chvabrine came to see me. He expressed deep regret for all that had occurred, declared it was all his fault, and begged me to forget the past. Not being of a rancorous disposition, I heartily forgave him both our quarrel and my wound.
The crowd dwindled away; Chvabrine disappeared. I went back to the pope's house, where all was being made ready for our departure. Our little luggage had been put in the old vehicle of the Commandant. In a moment the horses were harnessed. Marya went to bid a last farewell to the tomb of her parents, buried behind the church.
I had forgotten to thank you for your horse and 'touloup. Had it not been for you, I should never have reached the town, for I should have died of cold on the journey." My stratagem succeeded. Pugatchéf became good-humoured. "The beauty of a debt is the payment!" said he, with his usual wink. "Now, tell me the whole story. What have you to do with this young girl whom Chvabrine is persecuting?
Pugatchéf received me quite cordially, and I told him the truth, that I was in love with Marya, and that Chvabrine was persecuting her. He flared up indignantly at Chvabrine's presumption, and declared he would take me at once to Bélogorsk, and attend my wedding.
One of the chiefs handed him a bag filled with small pieces of copper, which he began to throw broadcast among the people, who rushed to pick them up, fighting for them with blows. The principal confederates of Pugatchéf surrounded him. Among them was Chvabrine. Our eyes met; he could read contempt in mine, and he looked away with an expression of deep hatred and pretended mockery.
"A lucky journey to you, and may God give you abundant happiness!" We started. At the Commandant's window I saw Chvabrine standing, with a face of dark hatred. I did not wish to triumph meanly over a humbled enemy, and looked away from him. At last we passed the principal gate, and for ever left Fort Bélogorsk.
But on our arrival Chvabrine mentioned that Marya was the daughter of Mironoff, and immediately the countenance of the robber chief clouded over. "Listen," I said, knowing Pugatchéf was well disposed towards me. "Do not ask of me anything against my honour or my conscience.
It would be better for her to be the wife of Chvabrine, who can now protect her. And when we shall have shot him, then, with heaven's help, the betrothed will come together again. Pretty little widows do not long remain single; I mean to say a widow more easily finds a husband." "I'd rather die," I cried, furiously, "than leave her to Chvabrine." "Ah! Bah!" said the old man, "I understand now.
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