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"I think so; it could hardly be otherwise. Promise to let me know wherever I am, because I wish to hold the marriage crown over Vera's head at the ceremony." "I promise." "And I promise to come." Leonti took Raisky on one side, gave him a letter for Juliana Andreevna, and begged him to seek her out. "Speak to her conscience," he said.
"Good-bye, Leonti," he said, "it's time I was going home." "What am I to do with him?" "He can stay here all right." "Think of the books. It's leaving the goat loose in the vegetable garden." "I might wheel him in the armchair into that dark little room, and lock him in," thought Leonti, "but if he woke, he might pull the roof down." Mark helped him out of his dilemma by jumping to his feet.
After about ten minutes, Mark returned with the trousers and Leonti questioned him as to how he had got wet through. "I was crossing the Volga in a fishing-boat. The ass of a fisherman fell asleep, and brought us right up into the reeds by the island, and we had to get out among the reeds to extricate the boat."
"Do you know, Boris Pavlovich, who else has read your books and helped me to arrange them?" "Who has been reading my books?" asked Raisky. But Leonti had been distracted by the sound of a passing carriage and did not hear the question. Vera whispered to Raisky that they should go.
I can discern malicious laughter on all their faces." "I respect and understand your tears and your sorrow," said Raisky, stifling his own tears. "You are my kind old comrade. Even at school you never laughed at me, and do you know why I weep?" Leonti took a letter from his desk and handed it to Raisky. It was the letter from Juliana Andreevna of which Tatiana Markovna had spoken.
"I wanted to say something, Boris Pavlovich," said Leonti thoughtfully, raising his head, "but I can't remember what." "You said some one else had been reading my books." Leonti pointed to Vera, who was looking out of the window, but who now pulled Raisky's sleeve "Come!" she said and they left the house.
"You will believe everything she says?" asked Juliana Andreevna, drawing him away to the window, while Leonti collected the scattered papers, laid them in cupboards and put the books on the shelves. "Yes, everything," she said. "Don't believe her. I know she will tell you all sorts of nonsense about Monsieur Charles." "Who is he?" "A Frenchman, a teacher, and a colleague of my husband's.
I hear so many tales about you." "What do they say?" "Little that is good." "Probably they tell you I am a thief, a monster, the terror of the neighbourhood." "That's about it." "But if this reputation precedes me, why should you seek my acquaintance. I have torn your books, as no doubt our friend there has informed you." "There he is to the point," cried Leonti.
"I shall have another opportunity of seeing you, Koslov. I am not starting until next week." "You will not go," repeated Mark. "What about your novel?" asked Leonti. "You intended to finish it here." "I am already near the end of it, though there is still some arranging to be done, which I can do in St. Petersburg."
Raisky did not think it necessary to mention this incident to Leonti. His former guardian had sent him a considerable sum raised by the mortgage of his estate, and with this in hand he set out with Kirilov at the beginning of January for Dresden. He spent many hours of every day in the gallery, and paid an occasional visit to the theatre.
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