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The stupor had left him instantly. "To try and find out if he would be willing to intercede." Nejdanov sat up straight. "For us? "No, for Markelov. He wanted to ask him to intercede for us too... but I wouldn't let him. Have I done well, Alexai?" "Have you done well?" Nejdanov asked and without rising from his chair, stretched out his arms to her.
Did you know my poll-parrots?" "No, but you introduced us." "Well, then, introduce me. I don't suppose you have any secrets to talk over, and Golushkin is a hospitable man. You will see; he will be delighted to see a new face. We are not very formal here in S." "Yes," Markelov muttered, "I have certainly noticed an absence of formality about the people here." Paklin shook his head.
His peasants are certainly not so badly off; but he has a factory; that is where we must turn our attention. The slightest dig there will make the ants move. Have you any books with you?" "Yes, a few." "I will get you some more. How is it you have so few?" Nejdanov made no reply. Markelov also ceased, and began sending out puffs of smoke through his nostrils.
But Paklin soon reassured them, introducing Nejdanov, Solomin, and Markelov in turn, as good quiet people, not "governmental." Fomishka and Fimishka had a horror of governmental, that is to say, official people. Snandulia, who appeared at her brother's request, was far more disturbed and agitated than the old couple.
"Why do you want to ruin your niece? Why, she's with him, with Nejdanov!" "I am not ruining any one, my dear sir," Sipiagin said loudly, "I am only doing what my conscience bids me do, and " "And what your wife, my sister, bids you do; you dare not stand up against her!" Markelov exclaimed just as loudly. Sipiagin took no notice of the remark; it was too much beneath him!
At these words Markelov threw another glance at Paklin and gave a slow, indifferent smile. "Excuse me, excuse me, your excellency," Paklin cried, "and you, Mr. Sipiagin, I never... never " "Did you say the merchant Falyaeva?" the governor asked, turning to Sipiagin and merely shaking his fingers in Paklin's direction, as much as to say, "Gently, my good man, gently."
He assured him that there was a great deal of learning in them and even poetry, not of the frivolous kind, but poetry with a socialistic tendency! From Kisliakov, Markelov went on to the military, to adjutants, Germans, even got so far as his articles on the shortcomings of the artillery, whilst Nejdanov spoke about the antagonism between Heine and Borne, Proudhon, and realism in art.
The letter was dated two days before Nejdanov's death, from which might be gathered that Solomin had considered it necessary even then to go away with him and Mariana and hide for a time. Nothing was revealed by the inquiry held over the suicide. The body was buried. Sipiagin gave up searching for his niece. Nine months later Markelov was tried.
Eremy of Goloplok was mentioned again, together with Sipiagin's servant, Kirill, and a certain Mendely, known under the name of "Sulks." The latter it seemed was not to be relied upon. He was very bold when sober, but a coward when drunk, and was nearly always drunk. "And what about your own people?" Nejdanov asked of Markelov. "Are there any reliable men among them?"
He fully realised the sacrifice Markelov was making, but why, why especially to him? Should he give back the portrait? No! that would be the grossest insult. And after all, was not the face dear to him? Did he not love her? Nejdanov turned his gaze on Markelov not without some inward misgiving. "Was he not looking at him, trying to guess his thoughts?"
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