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They looked at one another without speaking. "Well, what have you to say?" Lavretsky brought out at last. "What have I to say?" returned Lemm, grimly. "I have nothing to say. So you're going to the right, are you?" "Yes." "And I go to the left. Good-bye." The following morning Fedor Ivanitch set off with his wife for Lavriky.
The old lady commenced bustling about again, and began to open the drawers in her commode. Lavretsky remained quietly sitting on his chair. Suddenly light steps were heard on the staircase and Liza entered. Lavretsky stood up and bowed. Liza remained near the door. "Liza, Lizochka," hurriedly began Marfa Timofeevna, "where have you where have you put my book?" "What book, aunt?"
This contempt will kill me, it is terrible!" Lavretsky stood still. "What do you want to hear from me?" he articulated in an expressionless voice. "Nothing, nothing," she rejoined quickly, "I know I have no right to expect anything; I am not mad, believe me; I do not hope, I do not dare to hope for your forgiveness; I only venture to entreat you to command me what I am to do, where I am to live.
"One must be a Christian," said Liza, not without an effort, "not in order to recognize what is heavenly, or what is earthly, but because every one must die." With an involuntary movement of surprise, Lavretsky raised his eyes to Liza's, and met her glance. "What does that phrase of yours mean?" he said. "It is not my phrase," she replied. "Not yours? But why did you speak about death?"
Like a slave I will fulfil your commands whatever they may be." "I have no commands to give you," replied Lavretsky in the same colourless voice; "you know, all is over between us... and now more than ever; you can live where you like; and if your allowance is too little "
The old man shaded his eyes with his hand, looked hard at his nocturnal visitor, and let him in. Lavretsky came into the room and dropped on a chair. The old man remained standing before him, wrapping the skirts of his motley old dressing-gown around him, stooping very much, and biting his lips.
And then he would stop short, and presently let his head fall back and again betake himself to gazing into the stream of his life. Madame Kalitine did not receive Lavretsky over cordially, when he paid her a visit next day. "Ah! he's making a custom of it," she thought.
Ordinary acquaintances might not suspect his inherent vulgarity all Lisa knows is that she does not like him; but the experienced woman of the world, the wife of Lavretsky, understands him instantly, and has not the slightest difficulty in bringing his vulgarity to the surface.
"Have you been down-stairs?" asked the old lady. "Whom did you find there? Is Panshine always hanging about there? But did you see Liza? No? She was to have come here. Why there she is as soon as one mentions her." Liza came into the room, caught sight of Lavretsky and blushed. "I have only come for a moment, Marfa Timofeevna," she was beginning. "Why for a moment?" asked the old lady.
Before setting off, Mihalevitch had another long discussion with Lavretsky, foretold his ruin, if he did not see the error of his ways, exhorted him to devote himself seriously to the welfare of his peasants, and pointed to himself as an example, saying that he had been purified in the furnace of suffering; and in the same breath called himself several times a happy man, comparing himself with the fowl of the air and the lily of the field.
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