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She looked fixedly at me as if endeavouring to recollect something, then blushed slightly again and finally pronounced with decision: "All!" "Even my friend, Grushnitski?" "But is he your friend?" she said, manifesting some doubt. "Yes." "He, of course, does not come into the category of the tiresome"... "But into that of the unfortunate!" I said, laughing. "Of course!
At that moment I went up and bowed to Princess Mary. She blushed a little, and went on rapidly: "Is it not true, Monsieur Pechorin, that the grey cloak suits Monsieur Grushnitski much better?"... "I do not agree with you," I answered: "he is more youthful-looking still in his uniform."
"Splendid idea!... Agreed!... And why not?"... came from all sides. "And you, Grushnitski?" Tremblingly I awaited Grushnitski's answer. I was filled with cold rage at the thought that, but for an accident, I might have made myself the laughing-stock of those fools.
I gathered from his words that various ugly rumours were already being spread about the town on the subject of Princess Mary and myself: Grushnitski shall smart for this! I HAVE been in Kislovodsk three days now. Every day I see Vera at the well and out walking. In the morning, when I awake, I sit by my window and direct my lorgnette at her balcony.
That was a blow which Grushnitski could not bear: like all boys, he has pretensions to being an old man; he thinks that the deep traces of passions upon his countenance take the place of the lines scored by Time. He cast a furious glance at me, stamped his foot, and took himself off.
"That is all the more flattering," she said, "because you have not been listening to me at all; but perhaps you do not like music?"... "On the contrary, I do... After dinner, especially." "Grushnitski is right in saying that you have very prosaic tastes... and I see that you like music in a gastronomic respect." "You are mistaken again: I am by no means an epicure.
I confess I was frightened, although my companion was very busily engaged with his breakfast: he might have heard things which he would have found rather displeasing, if Grushnitski had happened to guess the truth; but, blinded by jealousy, the latter did not even suspect it. "So, do you see?" Grushnitski continued.
On the first occasion, she was glad, or tried to make it appear so; on the second, she was angry with me; on the third with Grushnitski. "You have very little vanity!" she said to me yesterday. "What makes you think that I find Grushnitski the more entertaining?" I answered that I was sacrificing my own pleasure for the sake of the happiness of a friend. "And my pleasure, too," she added.
After that tragic phrase, uttered with becoming gravity, he went back to his place. Ivan Ignatevich, with tears, also embraced Grushnitski, and there the latter remained alone, facing me.
You want to pay me back in the same coin, to wound my vanity you will not succeed! And if you declare war on me, I will be merciless! In the course of the evening, I purposely tried a few times to join in their conversation, but she met my remarks rather coldly, and, at last, I retired in pretended vexation. Princess Mary was triumphant, Grushnitski likewise.
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