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The first nature prompted her to look with disgust upon men, and life, and herself. "Well, Pavel Lvovitsch," she asked, as her eyelids drooped, "What impression has our poor little out-of-the-way town made upon you?" "The impression which probably he experiences who in the depth of the forest suddenly beholds a radiant flower," replied Volochine, rubbing his hands.
"I only got here yesterday," said the gentleman in white, in a determined tone, though his voice sounded like the suppressed crowing of a cock. "My comrades," said Sarudine, introducing the others. "Gentlemen, this is Mr. Pavel Lvovitsch Volochine." Volochine bowed slightly. "We must make a note of that!" observed the tipsy Ivanoff, much to Sarudine's horror. "Pray sit down, Pavel Lvovitsch.
The visitor was tall and thin, and wore a loosely-fitting white suit, and an extremely high collar. He stood on the threshold amazed, endeavouring to recognize Sarudine. "Hallo! Pavel Lvovitsch! What brings you here?" cried Sarudine, as, crimson with annoyance, he advanced to greet him.
In Lida's heart there arose a vague, fleeting desire to bid tender farewell to all those bygone hours of love which had once been theirs. But this feeling she swiftly repressed, as she said in a loud, harsh voice: "Good-bye! Bon voyage! Don't forget us, Pavel Lvovitsch!" As they were going, Volochine's remark could be distinctly heard. "How charming she is! She intoxicates one, like champagne!"
Upon Volochine, her appearance produced an extraordinary effect, as his sharp little tongue darted out from his dry lips, and his eyes grew smaller and his whole frame vibrated from sheer physical excitement. "You haven't introduced us," said Lida, looking round at Sarudine. "Volochine ... Pavel Lvovitsch ..." stammered the officer. "And this beauty," he said to himself, "was my mistress."
The room was instantly filled with an odour of musk and of tobacco, quite overpowering the fresh scents of the garden. "Ah! how do you do, Pavel Lvovitsch!" cried Sarudine as he hastily rose. Volochine shook hands, sat down by the window and proceeded to light a cigar.
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