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She then tied a noose in a stout rope, threw it over my head, and let it slip down as far as the hips. She drew it tight, and bound me to a pillar. A curious tremor seized me at that moment. "I have a feeling as if I were about to be executed," I said with a low voice. "Well, you shall have a thorough punishment to-day," exclaimed Wanda. "But put on your fur-jacket, please," I said.
And he began to apply the lash so mercilessly, with such frightful force that I quivered under each blow, and began to tremble all over with pain. Tears rolled down over my cheeks. In the meantime Wanda lay on the ottoman in her fur-jacket, supporting herself on her arm; she looked on with cruel curiosity, and was convulsed with laughter.
Then he took off his little fur-jacket and drew it over her little arms. About his own shoulders and arms which now showed the bare shirt he tied the little kerchief Sauna had worn over her chest and the larger one she had had over her shoulders. That was enough for himself, he thought, and if he only stepped briskly he should not be cold. He took the little girl by her hand, so they marched on.
She helped the poor, sacrificing her own wants; she gave them her clothes, and was a ministering angel to the sick. Once the lame, crippled village tailor was working in Maria Semenovna's house. He had to mend her old father's coat, and to mend and repair Maria Semenovna's fur-jacket for her to wear in winter when she went to market.
"How wonderfully becoming furs are to your face, they bring out your noble lines. As soon as you cease being my slave, you must wear a velvet coat with sable, do you understand? Otherwise I shall never put on my fur-jacket again." And again she began to caress me and kiss me; finally she drew me down on the little divan. "You seem to be pleased with yourself in furs," she said.
And I continued to smile at the woman I had once loved so insanely, at the fur-jacket that had once so entranced me, at the whip, and ended by smiling at myself and saying: The cure was cruel, but radical; but the main point is, I have been cured. "And the moral of the story?" I said to Severin when I put the manuscript down on the table.
"No," she exclaimed, "stay as you are, kneeling." She went over to the fire-place, took the whip from the mantle-piece, and, watching me with a smile, let it hiss through the air; then she slowly rolled up the sleeve of her fur-jacket. "Marvellous woman!" I exclaimed. "Silence, slave!" She suddenly scowled, looked savage, and struck me with the whip.
"I shall not grant you any of those favors, none except wearing my fur-jacket; come and help me into it." The little bronze clock on which stood a cupid who had just shot his bolt struck midnight. I rose, and wanted to leave. Wanda said nothing, but embraced me and drew me back on the ottoman. She began to kiss me anew, and this silent language was so comprehensible, so convincing
She began to treat me tenderly like a child, to kiss me and caress me. Finally she said with a gracious smile, "Go now and dress, I too will dress. Shall I put on my fur-jacket? Oh yes, I know, now run along!"
He seized his sister, shook her more vigorously and said, "Sanna, get up a little, we want to stand up a little so that we shall feel better." "I am not cold, Conrad," she answered. "Yes indeed you are, Sanna, get up," he cried. "My fur-jacket is warm," she said. "I shall help you up," he said. "No," she replied, and lay still. Then something else occurred to the boy.
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