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They're bein' fed on iron-filin's an' dog-biscuit these days, but glory's no compensation for a belly-ache. Praise be, we're here to protect you, sorr. Mother av Moses, but ye take the field like a confectioner! 'Tis scand'lus." "'Ere's a orficer," said Ortheris, significantly. "When the sergent's done lushin' the privit may clean the pot."
They're bein' fed on iron-filin's an' dog-biscuit these days, but glory's no compensation for a belly-ache. Praise be, we're here to protect you, sorr. Mother av Moses, but ye take the field like a confectioner! 'Tis scand'lus. 'Ere's a orficer, said Ortheris significantly. 'When the sergent's done lushin' the privit may clean the pot.
No, no, it can't be, I whispered, turning over from one hot cheek on to the other.... But I remembered the expression of Zinaida's face during her story.... I remembered the exclamation that had broken from Lushin in the Neskutchny gardens, the sudden change in her behaviour to me, and I was lost in conjectures.
All of us, like Polonius in Hamlet, opined that the clouds recalled nothing so much as those sails, and that not one of us could discover a better comparison. 'And how old was Antony then? inquired Zinaida. 'A young man, no doubt, observed Malevsky. 'Yes, a young man, Meidanov chimed in in confirmation. 'Excuse me, cried Lushin, 'he was over forty.
"But," remonstrated Storri uneasily, "are you sure of this Steamboat Dan?" "I wouldn't be lushin' gin in his crib else," responded London Bill. "No, Dan's as sure as death. Besides, I'm not goin' to put him wise; I shall only tell him to do whatever you ask, whenever you show up." London Bill called Dan, and the trio broadened their confidence in each other with further gin and beer.
'Isn't it he? or isn't it he? I asked myself, passing in inward agitation from one of her admirers to another. Count Malevsky secretly struck me as more to be feared than the others, though, for Zinaida's sake, I was ashamed to confess it to myself. My watchfulness did not see beyond the end of my nose, and its secrecy probably deceived no one; any way, Doctor Lushin soon saw through me.
'Come! you're going to argue about classicism and romanticism again, Zinaida interrupted him a second time. We'd much better play ... 'Forfeits? put in Lushin. She went up to the window. The sun was just setting; high up in the sky were large red clouds.
I felt a strange sensation; as though I had gone to a tryst, and had been left lonely, and had passed close by another's happiness. The following day I only had a passing glimpse of Zinaida: she was driving somewhere with the old princess in a cab. But I saw Lushin, who, however, barely vouchsafed me a greeting, and Malevsky. The young count grinned, and began affably talking to me.
My wound slowly began to heal; but I had no ill-feeling against my father. On the contrary he had, as it were, gained in my eyes ... let psychologists explain the contradiction as best they can. One day I was walking along a boulevard, and to my indescribable delight, I came across Lushin.
'I don't mean to tell you anything, Lushin replied abruptly. Zinaida avoided me; my presence I could not help noticing it affected her disagreeably. She involuntarily turned away from me ... involuntarily; that was what was so bitter, that was what crushed me!
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