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At this they all laughed. The boat drew near the bank and a wave of cold air from the cavern passed over their heads. "For heaven's sake, Yourii, don't do such a silly thing!" said Lialia, trying to dissuade her brother. "It really is silly of you!" "Silly? Of course it is." Yourii, smiling, assented. "Semenoff, just give me that candle, will you?" "Where shall I find it?"
At the table, by the side of Nicolai Yegorovitch sat a well-built young man, not Russian in type, with bronzed features and keen bright eyes. He rose in simple, friendly fashion to meet Yourii. "Introduce me." "Anatole Pavlovitch Riasantzeff!" cried Lialia, with a gesture of comic solemnity. "Who craves your friendship and indulgence," added Riasantzeff, joking in his turn.
"And what does he say?" exclaimed Yourii. Ivanoff shrugged his shoulders. He was in no mood to discuss Sanine with Yourii, and he answered, not without irritation. "Nothing. What has it to do with him?" "Anyhow, he was the cause of it," said Lialia. "Yes, but what business had that fool to attack him? It is not Sanine's fault.
"Oh! really!" replied Yourii, as he watched Lialia. He felt ashamed and afraid in her presence, as if he had deceived her. For a moment Lialia stood there irresolute, touching things nervously on the table. Then she approached the door. "Oh! what have I done!" thought Yourii, as, sincerely grieved, he listened to the sound of her faltering footsteps.
Sarudine was lying on the bed, and his tunic was unbuttoned." "And where did he shoot himself?" asked Lialia, clinging to her lover's arm. "In the temple. The bullet went right through his head and hit the ceiling." "Was it a Browning?" Yourii asked this. "Yes. It was an awful sight. The wall was splashed with blood and brains, and his face was utterly disfigured.
"What's that you're whistling?" asked Lialia, gaily, as she came across the garden. "It's like a dirge for your departed youth." "Don't talk nonsense!" replied Yourii irritably; and from that moment he felt the approach of something that it was beyond his power to prevent. Like an animal that knows death is near, he wandered restlessly hither and thither, to look for some quiet spot.
"Your misfortune, indeed!" cried Lialia, mockingly. "Ha! Ha!" She pretended to slap him. "Ha! Ha!" Yourii did not perceive that he had already recovered his good humour. Lialia's merry voice and her joy of living had speedily banished his depression which he had imagined to be very real and deep. Lialia did not believe in his melancholy, and therefore his remarks caused her no concern.
He had expected that she would come to him for advice, yet to give this in a satisfactory way seemed impossible. So, too, it was impossible to take back what he had said in order to comfort Lialia, and thrust her back into Riasantzeff's arms; nor had he the heart to give the death-blow to her childish happiness.
"Why, I told you just now we had done so!" replied Schafroff. "Oh! yes, so you did," said Lialia, smiling faintly. "Then there's Lida. But you mentioned her I think?" "Of course I did! Whom else can we ask, eh?" "I really ... don't know!" faltered Lialia. "I've got such a headache." Yourii glanced hurriedly at his sister, and then continued to pore over his pamphlets.
"I have not got a gun," said Yourii. "Have one of mine. I have got five," replied Riasantzeff. To him, Yourii was the brother of Lialia, and he was anxious to be as kind to him as possible. He therefore insisted upon Yourii's acceptance of one of his guns, eagerly displaying them all, taking them to pieces, and explaining their make.
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