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"She has a fine voice," replied Arátoff, "but she does not know how to sing yet, she has had no real school." Kupfer was surprised. "She has no school," he repeated slowly.... "Well, now.... She can still study. But on the other hand, what soul! But just wait until thou hast heard her recite Tatyána's letter." He ran away from Arátoff, and the latter thought: "Soul! With that impassive face!"
Kupfer related all this with great animation, without giving expression, however, to any special sentimentality, and interspersing his narrative with the questions, 'What is it to you? and 'Why do you ask? when Aratov, who listened to him with devouring attention, kept asking for more and more details.
The circumstances which had attended Clara's death at first exerted a shattering impression upon him ... but later on that acting "with the poison inside her," as Kupfer had expressed it, seemed to him a monstrous phrase, a piece of bravado, and he tried not to think of it, fearing to arouse within himself a feeling akin to aversion.
'And where has this marvellous girl sprung from? asked Aratov. Kupfer grinned. 'That I really can't say.... Of late she's found a home with the princess. The princess you know is a protector of every one of that sort.... But you saw her, most likely, that evening. Aratov gave a faint inward start ... but he said nothing.
It is no use living here unless one is rich and beautiful and popular. We are none of those things, so we are better at Thors." "But we have many nice friends here, dear. You will see, this afternoon. I expect quite a reception. By the way, I hope Kupfer has sent the little cakes. Your father used to be so fond of them. I wonder if we could send him a box to Siberia. He would enjoy them, poor man!
What chance is there for gallantry or love-making? Sometimes they wouldn't even admit me. Their servant, a muscular female, in a red sarafan, with an enormous bust, would stand right across the passage, and growl, "Where are you coming?" No, I positively can't understand why she poisoned herself. Sick of life, I suppose, Kupfer concluded his cogitations philosophically.
"Is what true?" replied the astounded Kupfer. "About Clara Mílitch?" Kupfer's face expressed compassion. "Yes, yes, brother, it is true; she has poisoned herself. It is such a misfortune!" Arátoff held his peace for a space. "But hast thou also read it in the newspaper?" he asked: "Or perhaps thou hast been to Kazán thyself?"
It is improbable!... Kupfer says it was pride! At this point there recurred to Arátoff's mind the whole scene on the boulevard, and he asked himself: "Had he really shown scorn for Clara?" "No," he decided.... That was another feeling ... a feeling of perplexity ... of distrust, in short! "Unhappy Clara!" again rang through his brain.
The circumstances accompanying Clara's death had at first given him a violent shock ... but later on this performance 'with the poison inside her, as Kupfer had expressed it, struck him as a kind of monstrous pose, a piece of bravado, and he was already trying not to think about it, fearing to arouse a feeling in himself, not unlike repugnance.
The formation was well studied by the miners of that country a century ago as containing a thin band of dark-coloured cupriferous shale, characterised at Mansfield in Thuringia by numerous fossil fish. To the limestone they gave the name of Zechstein, and to the marl-slate that of Mergel-schiefer or Kupfer- schiefer.
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