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Don't look at me like that: quick, tell me what is the meaning of all this!" "I I want " Here Liza hid her face on Marfa Timofeevna's breast. "I want to go into a convent," she said in a low tone. The old lady fairly bounded off the bed. "Cross yourself, Lizochka! gather your senses together! what ever are you about? Heaven help you!" at last she stammered out.
The old lady commenced bustling about again, and began to open the drawers in her commode. Lavretsky remained quietly sitting on his chair. Suddenly light steps were heard on the staircase and Liza entered. Lavretsky stood up and bowed. Liza remained near the door. "Liza, Lizochka," hurriedly began Marfa Timofeevna, "where have you where have you put my book?" "What book, aunt?"
"Lizochka, I think your mother is calling you," said the old lady. Liza immediately got up from her chair, and left the room. Marfa Timofeevna sat down again in her corner, Lavretsky was going to take leave of her. "Fedia," she said, abruptly. "What, Aunt?" "Are you an honorable man?" "What?" "I ask you Are you an honorable man?" "I hope so." "Hm!
"Listen to what I am going to tell you, Lizochka," suddenly said Marfa Timofeevna, making Liza sit down beside her on the bed, smoothing down the girl's hair, and setting her neckerchief straight while she spoke. "It seems to you, in the heat of the moment, as if it were impossible for your wound to be cured. Ah, my love, it is only death for which there is no cure.
Good heavens! is it possible you have loved him so much? Why, he is quite an old fellow, Lizochka! Well, well! I don't deny he is a good man; will not bite; but what of that? We are all good people; the world isn't shut up in a corner, there will always be plenty of this sort of goodness." "I can assure you all this will pass away all this has already passed away."
"But surely you don't know, my darling, what sort of life they lead in convents!" thus she began, in hopes of dissuading her. "Why they will feed you on yellow hemp oil, my own; they will dress you in coarse, very coarse clothing; they will make you go out in the cold; you will never be able to bear all this Lizochka. All these ideas of yours are Agafia's doing.
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