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Kranitski's mother, through various causes, had become the victim of a mesalliance; she grieved out, and wept away secretly; her life, in a village corner, after marrying a noble who was perfectly honorable, but neither a man of the world, nor the owner of much property. She desired for her only son a better fate than she herself had had, and prepared him for it long beforehand.
Kranitski's forehead was flushed with blood, and the words were hissing on his lips when he cried: "In view of such feelings of yours toward me, how am I to explain the service rendered just now?" "As pay for service which you have rendered me, or my family. I pay, we are at quits, and part forever."
These persons were stylish young gentlemen conversing with one another vivaciously, or young ladies hastening to some point. They returned bow after bow, but none took note of Kranitski's desire to draw near, or, at least, none had the wish to observe it. Each man or woman had some person at his side or hers with whom to converse, and was going, or even hastening, to some place.
Marks of pain had begun to wind around her mouth; her hands were firmly clasped on her knees. "It may be that lost letter? A man must have a head filled with exaltation, and a character as weak as Kranitski's to write such a letter. It may be it is even sure to be so, for during a number of days she has felt in the air a catastrophe. But if? Well! Is that a misfortune? Oh, rather the opposite?"
With the departure of the baron he lost the only ground on which he met Maryan that dear child. The very thought now of Maryan, from whom after so many years of life in common he was separated, brought tears to Kranitski's eyelids. He took a seat on a bench of the garden, and wishing to light a cigarette drew the golden case from his pocket.
She moved her lips from time to time, but did not mutter. By this movement of the lips, and by her wrinkles, it could be seen that she was forming some plan, that she was imagining. Just then Kranitski's voice was heard from the bedroom. She sprang up with the liveliness of twenty years, and, with a loud clattering of old overshoes, ran to the door.
In his erect form and springy step one might discover that disagreeable effort with which people guard themselves when they fear lest observers may penetrate their sad secret in some way. But despite every effort Kranitski's secret was manifest sometimes in his stooping shoulders, drooping head, pendant cheeks, and dimmed glances.
To America!" Then from the abyss of the immensely deep and broad cathedra Kranitski's voice was heard, orphan-like, timid: "But will you take me with you, my dears? When you shoot off you will take me with you, will you not?" There was no answer.
So wise, yet so stupid ha! ha! ha!" Sneering, vengeful laughter contorted Kranitski's face, the red spots spread over his brows and covered half of his forehead, which was drawn now into thick wrinkles. "Do not vex yourself, Tulek, do not vex yourself, you will be ill," urged widow Clemens; but once his confessions were begun he went on with them. "For a year or more there was nothing between us.
Though Kranitski's shoulders were bent at that moment, his form was shapely and imposing; the baron, holding his arm, seemed small and frail; he made one think of a fly. In the bedroom he said, with a low voice: "It is reported in the city that papa Darvid is opposed to my plans concerning Panna Irene. Do you know of this?"
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