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Oh, if some one only knew how wretched I feel!" Markelov struck himself on the breast with his fist, a groan seemed to come from him. "Nejdanov. Be generous.... Give me your hand.... Say that you forgive me!" Nejdanov held out his hand irresolutely Markelov squeezed it so hard that he could almost have cried out. The carriage stopped at the door of the house.
"And why did I go poking my nose into things that did not concern me? Why could I not sit quietly at home? And now it will be said and written that Paklin betrayed them betrayed his friends to the enemy!" He recalled the look Markelov had given him and his last words, "Whisper as much as you like, Mr.
Have him brought in here." "What a man!" the governor thought with admiration, gazing respectfully at Sipiagin. He gave the order and a minute later Sila Paklin stood before him. Paklin bowed very low to the governor as he came in, but catching sight of Markelov before he had time to raise himself, remained as he was, half bent down, fidgetting with his cap.
He is in danger... and what are we doing? Markelov spares us both, gives us the opportunity of being happy, does not part us... What makes him do it? Is it also magnaminity... or contempt? And did we run away from that hateful house merely to live like turtle doves? Thus Mariana pondered, while the feeling of agitation and annoyance grew stronger and stronger within her. Her pride was hurt.
People were seen moving in the house the carriage rolled up to the doorstep, and Markelov, climbing out and feeling with difficulty for the iron carriage step, put on, as is usually the case, by the domestic blacksmith in the most inconvenient possible place, said to Nejdanov: "Here we are at home. You will find guests here whom you know very well, but little expect to meet. Come in."
A few moments later Mashurina appeared in the doorway, in the same dress in which we saw her at the beginning of the first chapter. "Is Nejdanov not at home?" she asked, then catching sight of Solomin, came up to him and extended her hand. "How do you do, Solomin?" She threw a side-glance at Mariana. "He will be back directly," Solomin said. "But tell me how you came to know " "Markelov told me.
Nejdanov put her from him gently and kissed her hand tenderly. This time she made no resistance and did not laugh, but sat still looking at him anxiously. "Don't be alarmed, dear. There is nothing strange in it. They say Markelov was beaten by the peasants; he felt their blows they crushed his ribs.
"Supposing we go into the public garden. The weather is lovely. We can sit and look at the people." "Come along." They moved on; Markelov and Solomin in front, Nejdanov in the rear. STRANGE was the state of Nejdanov's soul. In the last two days so many new sensations, new faces.... For the first time in his life he had come in close contact with a girl whom in all probability he loved.
Not one of them wished to talk, but Solomin was the only one who sat silent peacefully. Both Nejdanov and Markelov seemed inwardly agitated. After tea they set out for the town. Markelov's old servant, who was sitting on the doorstep, accompanied his former master with his habitual dejected glance.
When the discussion came to an end at last at about four o'clock in the morning, and they all passed by the servant asleep in the anteroom on their way to their own rooms, Nejdanov, before retiring to bed, stood for a long time motionless, gazing straight before him. He was filled with wonder at the proud, heart-rending note in all that Markelov had said.
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