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We are at Mr. MacMahon's, 14 Huron Street." This sad letter, in Lida's neat pupil-teacher's hand, came enclosed within a longer letter from Marilda. "Grand National Hotel, Jonesville. "July 23rd. "You will believe that this letter from poor Lydia made Fernan telegraph at once to her, and hurry off as soon as we could reach the train. We found things quite as bad or worse than we expected.
"Why so pensive?" murmured Sarudine, with shining eyes, as his lips touched Lida's dainty little ear, Lida was at once joyful and afraid. Now, as on all occasions when Sarudine embraced her, she felt a strange thrill.
He was entangled in a strange coil of sensations and of thoughts. Only two days ago on this very pillow had lain the dark tresses of Lida's dishevelled hair as he held her in his arms and their lips had met in a frenzy of passion uncontrolled.
He seemed to see before him Lida's handsome, inscrutable eyes, and her lips tightly compressed, vindictive, menacing. "She may be going to pay me out? A girl of that sort isn't one to be trifled with. At all costs I shall have to ..." The prospect of a huge scandal vaguely suggested itself, striking terror to his craven heart. "After all," he thought, "what could she possibly do?"
I heard him moving around at five o'clock, and at six he banged at my door and demanded to know at what time the neighborhood rose: he had been up for an hour and there were no signs of life. He was more cheerful after he had had a cup of coffee, commented on Lida's beauty, and said that Howell was a lucky chap. "That is what worries me, Mr. Holcombe," I said.
When the house behind them had disappeared from view and the silent, motionless trees, like thoughtful witnesses, surrounded them, Sanine suddenly put his arm round Lida's waist and said in a strange tone, half fierce, half tender: "You've become quite a beauty! The first man you love will be a happy fellow."
"Well, do you know, Lidia Petrovna ..." stammered Sarudine. At the sound of his voice, Lida's face assumed a plaintive, helpless expression, and as she glanced swiftly at him there was great grief at her heart not unmixed with tenderness and hope.
"Abel and Canel," Lida whispered. "Cain and Abel," Laptev corrected her. A big tear rolled down Lida's cheek and dropped on the book. Sasha looked down and turned red, and she, too, was on the point of tears. Laptev felt a lump in his throat, and was so sorry for them he could not speak. He got up from the table and lighted a cigarette.
Holcombe with his note-book, I with my mending, and the boy with one of Lida's hands frankly under his on the red table-cloth. "I want to tell all of you the whole story," he began. "To-morrow I shall go to the district attorney and confess, but I want you all to have it first. I can't sleep again until I get it off my chest. Mrs. Pitman has suffered through me, and Mr.
"Yes, but I don't quite understand, Volodja!" said his mother, bewildered, while yet in her heart she could hear the joyous refrain, "Lida's going to be married, going to be married!" Sanine shrugged his shoulders. "What is that you don't understand? She was in love with one man, and now she's in love with another; and to-morrow she'll be in love with a third. Well, God bless her!"
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