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As he was always too hot, he used all the year round to wear a canvas coat at home and at the warehouse. He had lately had an operation for cataract. His sight was bad, and he did nothing in the business but talk to the customers and have tea and jam with them. Laptev bent down and kissed his head and then his lips.
"It's a good long time since we saw you, honoured sir," said the old man "a good long time. Well, am I to congratulate you on entering the state of holy matrimony? Very well, then; I congratulate you." And he put his lips out to be kissed. Laptev bent down and kissed him.
Towards morning she was worn out and fell asleep, while Laptev sat beside her and held her hand. So that he could get no sleep. The whole day afterwards he felt shattered and dull, and wandered listlessly about the rooms without a thought in his head. The doctor said that Fyodor's mind was affected.
"I shall come to see you in October," said Laptev, much moved. "You must get better, my darling." They travelled in a special compartment. Both felt depressed and uncomfortable.
IT was dark, and already lights had begun to gleam here and there in the houses, and a pale moon was rising behind the barracks at the end of the street. Laptev was sitting on a bench by the gate waiting for the end of the evening service at the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul.
He had been intending of late to go abroad, to study night-refuges, and that idea attracted him now. It was an autumn day. Yulia had just gone to the lodge to cry, while Laptev lay on a sofa in the study thinking where he could go. Just at that moment Pyotr announced Polina Razsudin.
But then she began twitching her shoulders, and trembling as though she were in a fever, and at last said softly, looking at Laptev with horror: "Who is it you've married? Where were your eyes, you mad fellow? What did you see in that stupid, insignificant girl? Why, I loved you for your mind, for your soul, but that china doll wants nothing but your money!"
"It all depends upon the fluctuation of credit," Potchatkin answered after a moment's pause. "What do you understand by the fluctuation of credit?" Potchatkin began explaining, but Laptev could make nothing of it, and sent for Makeitchev.
Don't!" he said, and could not unclasp her fingers. "Calm yourself, I entreat you." She shut her eyes and turned pale, and her long nose became an unpleasant waxy colour like a corpse's, and Laptev still could not unclasp her fingers. She had fainted. He lifted her up carefully, laid her on her bed, and sat by her for ten minutes till she came to herself.
"Laptev made me an offer to-day," said Yulia Sergeyevna, and she flushed crimson. The doctor looked at her and did not seem to understand. "Laptev?" he queried. "Panaurov's brother-in-law?" He was fond of his daughter; it was most likely that she would sooner or later be married, and leave him, but he tried not to think about that.
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