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There is not room on the earth for both of us"... I fired. When the smoke had cleared away, Grushnitski was not to be seen on the ledge. Only a slender column of dust was still eddying at the edge of the precipice. There was a simultaneous cry from the rest. "Finita la commedia!" I said to the doctor. He made no answer, and turned away with horror.
I, of course, did not call him out because that was his business, but he did not care to have anything more to do with it." "Grushnitski is angry with him for having captured Princess Mary from him," somebody said. "That's a new idea! It is true I did run after Princess Mary a little, but I left off at once because I do not want to get married; and it is against my rules to compromise a girl."
For some time past, Grushnitski has ceased to bow to me, and to-day he has looked at me rather insolently once or twice. It will all be remembered to him when we come to settle our scores. Before ten o'clock had struck, I stood up and went out. It was dark outside, pitch dark.
Decidedly she had grown tired of Grushnitski I will not talk to her for another two days. I OFTEN ask myself why I am so obstinately endeavouring to win the love of a young girl whom I do not wish to deceive, and whom I will never marry. Why this woman-like coquetry? Vera loves me more than Princess Mary ever will.
Princess Mary, also, was more than once on the point of bursting out laughing, but she restrained herself in order not to depart from the role she had assumed. She finds languor becoming to her, and perhaps she is not mistaken. Grushnitski appears to be very glad that she is not infected by my gaiety. After tea we all went into the drawingroom. "Are you satisfied with my obedience, Vera?"
"That is true... But the love which we read in the eyes does not pledge a woman to anything, whilst words... Have a care, Grushnitski, she is befooling you!" "She?" he answered, raising his eyes heavenward and smiling complacently. "I am sorry for you, Pechorin!"... He took his departure. In the evening, a numerous company set off to walk to the hollow.
Now to business; what did Princess Ligovski tell you about me?" "You are quite sure that it was Princess Ligovski... and not Princess Mary?"... "Quite sure." "Why?" "Because Princess Mary inquired about Grushnitski." "You are gifted with a fine imagination! Princess Mary said that she was convinced that the young man in the soldier's cloak had been reduced to the ranks on account of a duel"...
I went up closer and concealed myself behind a corner of the gallery. At that moment Grushnitski let his tumbler fall on the sand and made strenuous efforts to stoop in order to pick it up; but his injured foot prevented him. Poor fellow! How he tried all kinds of artifices, as he leaned on his crutch, and all in vain! His expressive countenance was, in fact, a picture of suffering.
By the time Grushnitski had opened his mouth to thank her she was a long way off. A moment after, she came out of the gallery with her mother and the dandy, but, in passing by Grushnitski, she assumed a most decorous and serious air.
Princess Ligovski will be below us, and next door there is a house belonging to the same landlord, which has not yet been taken... Will you come?"... I gave my promise, and this very same day I have sent to engage the lodgings. Grushnitski came to me at six o'clock and announced that his uniform would be ready to-morrow, just in time for him to go to the ball in it.
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