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Updated: June 18, 2025
She thought that she saw Lida, dressed all in white, walking in a green meadow bright with flowers. Maria Ivanovna sank into an easy chair, leaning her head on her hand, as old women do, and she gazed at the darkening sky. Thoughts gloomy and tormenting gave no respite, and there was an indefinable something caused her to feel anxious and afraid.
I am very thankful for this year, and for the way in which my poor mother was given into my hands at last. Fernan has helped me to make a short will, to save confusion and difficulty. I have left everything to Clement, knowing that you and he will provide for all. Fernan and Marilda will care for Lida. Give my books and MSS. to Dolores, and please be kind to her.
Lida burst out laughing. "What a lumpish compliment!" she exclaimed. "I don't know how to pay compliments," was Novikoff's sullen rejoinder. "Very well, then, sit still and listen," said Lida, shrugging her shoulders, pettishly. But you no longer care, I know, Why should I grieve you with my woe? The tones of the piano rang out with silvery clearness through the green, humid garden.
The allusion to Lida pained him, but, as the goddess whom he adored, he could not feel angry with Sanine for speaking of her. It pleased him, and yet he felt hurt, as if a burning hand had seized his heart and had gently pressed it. Sanine was silent, and smiled good-humouredly. After a pause he said: "Well, finish your statement; I am in no hurry!"
"I ought not to weep; I must try and laugh it off, or else he'll guess what is wrong." "Well, why are you so upset?" asked Sanine, as he patted her shoulder tenderly. Lida looked up at him under her hat, timidly as a child, and stopped crying. "I know all about it," said Sanine; "the whole story. I've done so for ever so long."
Dorcas stopped in the road, decisively, as if the moment had come for them to part. "That's what I should do, 'Lida," she said, "to-night, every night along about eight, till it happens. An' I should wear my blue." Alida turned away, as if she felt something unmaidenly in the suggestion and might well remove herself; yet Dorcas knew she would remember.
"Who knows?" he thought to himself, his gaze riveted on Lida's beautiful form. "I assure you on my word of honour that our life is extremely dull and colourless. Until to-day I thought that life, generally, was always dull, whether in the town or in the country." "Not really!" exclaimed Lida, as she half closed her eyes. "What makes life worth living is ... a beautiful woman!
"If you had drowned yourself, what then? The powers of good and evil would have neither gained nor lost thereby. Your corpse, bloated, disfigured, and covered with slime, would have been dragged from the river, and buried. That would have been all!" Lida had a lurid vision of greenish, turbid water with slimy, trailing weeds and gruesome bubbles floating round her.
It would have been utter desolation to the little sister save for the motherly tenderness of Marilda, who took her to the home in the Rocky Mountains, and would fain have adopted her, but that Lida, acting perhaps on advice from her brother, only begged to be so educated as to fit her to be independent, and to be given a start in life.
I am Lida Gibson, but I might as well be John Smith for any idea my name will convey. However, I am from New Orleans, and know Florence and your Uncle William well. Just before I left the city, I made your sister’s acquaintance. When she learned I was coming this way, she said I might possibly see you, and made me the bearer of many messages of love."
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