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Groholsky read this letter aloud, and he and Liza both looked inquiringly at Bugrov. "You see what it is," Ivan Petrovitch began hesitatingly. "I should like to ask you, Liza, not to let him see you, to keep out of his sight while he is here. I have written to him that you are ill and gone to the Caucasus for a cure. If you meet him. . . You see yourself. . . . It's awkward. . . H'm. . . ."
Ivan Petrovitch whirled round, tossed his head, and, waving adieu to them, ran home. "Unhappy man," said Groholsky, heaving a deep sigh as he watched him go off. "In what way is he unhappy?" asked Liza. "To see you and not have the right to call you his!" "Fool!" Liza was so bold to think. "Idiot!" Before evening Liza was hugging and kissing Mishutka.
They had grown thin and pale and shrunken, and looked more like shadows than living people. . . . Both were pining away like fleas in the classic anecdote of the Jew who sold insect powder. At the beginning of July, Liza ran away from Groholsky, leaving a note in which she wrote that she was going for a time to "her son" . . . For a time!
Groholsky jumped up, put on his hat, and staggering backwards, ran out of the drawing-room. Bugrov clutched the window curtains more tightly than ever. . . . He was ashamed . . . . There was a nasty, stupid feeling in his soul, but, on the other hand, what fair shining hopes swarmed between his throbbing temples! He was rich!
Neither heart nor brain are developed in him. . . . He tortures me! If it were not for that noble woman, I should have gone away long ago. I am sorry to leave her. It's somehow easier to endure together." Groholsky heaved a sigh, and went on: "She is with child. . . . You notice it? It is really my child. . . . Mine. . . . She soon saw her mistake, and gave herself to me again.
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