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His nostrils quivered and distended as he read, and his lips moved as though he were forming every word. He held the letter raised tightly in both hands, and when he had finished returned it to Nejdanov and began listening to Markelov again. The latter talked until he had exhausted himself. Why not go to your place? It is only a question of seven miles. You came in your carriage, did you not?"
Markelov lowered his head. He was agitated at heart, though externally calm. He was most of all tortured by the fact that he had been betrayed and by whom? By Eremy of Goloplok! That same Eremy whom he had trusted so much! That Mendely the sulky had not followed him, had really not surprised him. Mendely was drunk and was consequently afraid. But Eremy!
"I suppose that was a hit for me... I can't help it. I deserve it, no doubt. But may I suggest, my new friend, that you throw off those sad, oppressive thoughts, no doubt due to your bilious temperament... and chiefly " "And you sir, my new friend," Markelov interrupted him angrily, "allow me to tell you, by way of a warning, that I have never in my life been given to joking, least of all today!
He loosened the shaft-horse carefully, though somewhat nervously, she shook her head, backed a little, and went down a slope which had no business there at all. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand you," Nejdanov observed. Markelov gave a forced, malicious laugh. "So you don't understand me! ha, ha, ha! I know everything, my dear sir!
You need not be on ceremony. I told you they were blessed ones. We will get them to sing to us! Will you come too, Mr. Markelov?" Markelov shrugged his shoulders impatiently. "You can hardly leave me here alone! We may as well go, I suppose." The young people rose from the seat. "What a forbidding individual that is you have with you," Paklin whispered to Nejdanov, indicating Markelov.
Markelov has a bilious complexion." Solomin first shrugged one shoulder, then the other. It was a habit of his when he did not quite know what to say. "I don't think," he said at last, "that you could offend anyone, Mr. Paklin, or that you wished to and why should you not come with us to Mr. Golushkin?
They are utter nonsense, if you'll excuse my saying so." Markelov drew himself up. "In the first place," he began angrily, "I don't agree with you about these letters I find them extremely interesting... and conscientious! In the second place, Kisliakov works very hard and, what is more, he is in earnest; he BELIEVES in our cause, believes in the revolution!
You do well to go, or Markelov would think you a coward ... but I'm coming with you." "I am not a coward," Nejdanov observed gloomily. "I meant to say that he would have thought us both cowards. I am coming with you." Mariana went into her own room to get a shawl, while Pavel gave an inward ha, ha, and quickly vanished. He ran to warn Solomin.
Sipiagin left his brother-in-law in peace; neither did Valentina Mihailovna speak to him; it was evident that both husband and wife considered Markelov an eccentric sort of person whom it was better not to provoke. After dinner Markelov went into the billiard room to smoke a pipe, and Nejdanov withdrew into his own room. In the corridor he ran against Mariana.
He went on and on and did not even notice when they drove through Sipiagin's village. He trembled suddenly as he caught sight of the house, the first story and Mariana's window. "Yes," he said to himself, a warm glow entering his heart, "Markelov was right. She is a good girl and I love her." NEJDANOV changed his clothes hurriedly and went in to give Kolia his lesson.
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