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And then begins our constancy that sincere, unending passion which may be expressed mathematically by a line falling from a point into space the secret of that endlessness lying only in the impossibility of attaining the aim, that is to say, the end. From what motive, then, am I taking all this trouble? Envy of Grushnitski? Poor fellow! He is quite undeserving of it.
"Listen here, then: Grushnitski in particular is angry with him therefore to Grushnitski falls the chief part. He will pick a quarrel over some silly trifle or other, and will challenge Pechorin to a duel... Wait a bit; here is where the joke comes in... He will challenge him to a duel; very well!
I went up to him and said, slowly and distinctly: "I am very sorry that I did not come in before you had given your word of honour in confirmation of a most abominable calumny: my presence would have saved you from that further act of baseness." Grushnitski jumped up from his seat and seemed about to fly into a passion.
"Talk away, doctor, talk away! You will not prevent me from rejoicing. He does not know," added Grushnitski in a whisper to me, "how many hopes these epaulettes have lent me... Oh!... Epaulettes, epaulettes! Your little stars are guiding stars! No! I am perfectly happy now!" "Are you coming with us on our walk to the hollow?" I asked him.
"I found the captain of dragoons at Grushnitski's, together with another gentleman whose surname I do not remember. I stopped a moment in the ante-room, in order to take off my goloshes. They were squabbling and making a terrible uproar. 'On no account will I agree, Grushnitski was saying: 'he has insulted me publicly; it was quite a different thing before'...
"I hope you left her cherishing that pleasant delusion"... "Of course"... "A plot!" I exclaimed in rapture. "We will make it our business to see to the denouement of this little comedy. It is obvious that fate is taking care that I shall not be bored!" "I have a presentiment," said the doctor, "that poor Grushnitski will be your victim." "Proceed, doctor."
"How was that? Tell me." "No, guess! O, you who guess everything in the world!" ABOUT seven o'clock in the evening, I was walking on the boulevard. Grushnitski perceived me a long way off, and came up to me. A sort of ridiculous rapture was shining in his eyes. He pressed my hand warmly, and said in a tragic voice: "I thank you, Pechorin... You understand me?"
"Aha!" said a rough voice: "caught!... I'll teach you to be entering princesses' rooms at night!" "Hold him fast!" exclaimed another, springing out from a corner. It was Grushnitski and the captain of dragoons. I struck the latter on the head with my fist, knocked him off his feet, and darted into the bushes. All the paths of the garden which covered the slope opposite our houses were known to me.
HALF an hour before the ball, Grushnitski presented himself to me in the full splendour of the uniform of the Line infantry. Attached to his third button was a little bronze chain, on which hung a double lorgnette.
In the bushes at the foot of the cliff three horses were tethered; we tethered ours there too, and then we clambered up the narrow path to the ledge on which Grushnitski was awaiting us in company with the captain of dragoons and his other second, whom they called Ivan Ignatevich. His surname I never heard.
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