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Perhaps, he thought, he would best gain his end by indirect efforts to make her betray herself. "Leonti said," he began, "that you have been reading books out of my library. Did you read them with him?" "Sometimes he told me of the contents of certain books; others I read with the priest, Natasha's husband." "What books did you read with the priest?"
"Yes, more serious than yours. To-day I was at the police-station, not exactly paying a call. The police inspector had invited me, and I was politely fetched with a pair of grey horses." "What has happened?" "A trifling thing. I had lent books to one or two people...." "Perhaps mine, that you had taken from Leonti?" "Those and others here is the list," he said, handing him a slip of paper.
"That you never mention these books to me again, even if Mark tears them to pieces." "Do you mean I am not to let him have access to them?" "He is not likely to ask you," put in Juliana Andreevna. "As if that monster cared for what you may say." "How Ulinka loves me," said Leonti to Raisky. "Would that every woman loved her husband like that." He embraced her.
"Not a strange house, Leonti, we are brothers, and our relation is closer than the ties of blood." Leonti lay down on the bed, and took Raisky's hand. "Pardon my egoism," he said. "Later, later, I will come of my own accord, will ask permission to look after your library, if no hope is left me." "Have you any hope?" "What! Do you think there is no hope?"
Mark, who even fetched a doctor, has been hanging about here as if he were afraid I should do myself an injury," said Leonti and paced up and down the room. "You are weak, and walk with difficulty," said Raisky. "It would be better for you to lie down." "I am weak, that is true," admitted Leonti. He bent over the chair-back to Raisky, embraced him, and laid his face against his hair.
"It's a pity," continued Leonti, "that she does not care about books. She can chatter French fast enough, but if you give her a book, she does not understand half of it. She still writes Russian incorrectly. If she sees Greek characters, she says they would make a good pattern for cotton printing, and sets the book upside down. And she cannot even read a Latin title." "That will do.
She dropped her eyes, and the smile died from her face. "But for her you would not see a single button on my clothes," continued Leonti. "I eat and sleep comfortably, and our household goes on evenly and placidly. However small my means are she knows how to make them provide for everything." She raised her eyes, and looked at them, for the last statement was true.
"I am going with you," he said to Raisky. "It is time for you to go to bed, philosopher," he said to Leonti. "Don't sit up at nights. You have already got a yellow patch in your face, and your eyes are hollow." He put out the light, stuffed on his cap, and leapt out of the window. Raisky followed his example, and they went down the garden once more, climbed the fence, and came out in the street.
Leonti told Raisky that Mark had informed him that he was going to spend some time with his old aunt in the government of Novgorod; he intended to enter the army once more as an ensign, in the hope of being sent to the Caucasus.
"Cousin Boris did not do it on purpose, Granny," said Marfinka. "Leonti Ivanovich is so good." "Please be silent when you are not addressed. You are too young to contradict your Grandmother, who knows what she is saying." Smilingly Marfinka drew back into her corner. "No doubt Juliana Andreevna was able to entertain you better, and knows better than I how to entertain a Petersburger.
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