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'Come along, Piotr, Fustov repeated, completely losing his habitual coolness and self-possession. 'Let's leave this wretch of a boy! 'The boy's not afraid of you, do you hear, Viktor shouted after us, 'he despises you, the boy does! Do you hear! Fustov walked so quickly along the street that I had difficulty in keeping up with him. All at once he stopped short and turned sharply back.
Next day I missed seeing Fustov; and on the day after that, on going to his rooms, I learned that he had gone into the country to his uncle's, near Moscow. I inquired if he had left no note for me, but no note was forth-coming. Then I asked the servant whether he knew how long Alexander Daviditch would be away in the country. 'A fortnight, or a little more, probably, replied the man.
Carried? cried Ivan Demianitch, seeing Fustov made no objection. 'Kolka, march into the study, and look sharp with the music-stand! Olga, this way with the zither! If you don't care for it, you must amuse yourself with conversation, only mind, not above a whisper! Ha, ha ha! But what ever's become of that silly chap, Viktor? He ought to be here to listen too!
'He told me that the old man... what's his name?... Koltovsky, had allowed Susanna that pension because... on account of... well, in fact, by way of damages. I flung up my hands. 'And you believed him? Fustov nodded. 'Yes! I believed him.... He said, too, that with the young one... In fact, my behaviour is unjustifiable. 'And you went away so as to break everything off?
I am very much attached to her. 'She's a splendid, true-hearted girl! I cried. Fustov stamped impatiently. 'Well, what notion have you got in your head? I was prepared to marry her she's been baptized I'm ready to marry her even now, I'd been thinking of it, though she's older than I am.
'I must make her acquaintance, I decided. A few days later, Fustov and I set off to Mr. Ratsch's to spend the evening. He lived in a wooden house with a big yard and garden, in Krivoy Place near the Pretchistensky boulevard.
Some one's hand lay on my shoulder and pushed it several times.... I opened my eyes and in the faint light of the solitary candle, I saw Fustov standing before me. He frightened me. He was staggering; his face was yellow, almost the same colour as his hair; his lips seemed hanging down, his muddy eyes were staring senselessly away. What had become of his invariably amiable, sympathetic expression?
"High-flown," said he, "all girls are like that."... And at that very minute, perhaps, she was putting to her lips... Can one love any one and be so grossly mistaken in them? Fustov stood stockstill before my bed, his hands hanging, like a guilty man. I dressed hurriedly. 'What do you mean to do now, Alexander? I asked.
Did you notice the peculiar sneer with which he spoke of Jews before her? Is she... a Jewess? Fustov walked ahead, swinging his arms; it was cold, the snow was crisp, like salt, under our feet. 'Yes, I recollect, I did hear something of the sort, he observed at last.... 'Her mother, I fancy, was of Jewish extraction. 'Then Mr. Ratsch must have married a widow the first time? 'Probably.
Remember the statement in her manuscript, the pension was to cease on her marriage, but in event of her death it was to pass to Ratsch. In any case, one must render her the last duty, pay homage to her remains! I talked to Fustov like a preceptor, like an elder brother.
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