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While Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch was talking to Varvara Petrovna, she had twice beckoned to Mavriky Nikolaevitch as though she wanted to whisper something to him; but as soon as the young man bent down to her, she instantly burst into laughter; so that it seemed as though it was at poor Mavriky Nikolaevitch that she was laughing.
As though to spite him, Mavriky Nikolaevitch, who had till then kept silence, although he had been reproaching himself all day for his compliance and acquiescence, suddenly caught up Kirillov's thought and began to speak: "I entirely agree with Mr. Kirillov's words.... This idea that reconciliation is impossible at the barrier is a prejudice, only suitable for Frenchmen.
"If it does happen I won't let anyone take me about but you, you can reckon on that.... Well, suppose I break only one leg. Come, be polite, say you'll think it a pleasure." "A pleasure to be crippled?" said Mavriky Nikolaevitch, frowning gravely. "But then you'll lead me about, only you and no one else."
I saw Mavriky Nikolaevitch bend over her from behind; he seemed to mean to whisper something to her, but evidently changed his intention and drew himself up quickly, looking round at every one with a guilty air. Mkolay Vsyevolodovitch too excited curiosity; his face was paler than usual and there was a strangely absent-minded look in his eyes.
He asked hurried questions with an uneasy air, looking in extreme bewilderment at Mavriky Nikolaevitch. "Mais savez-vous l'heure qu'il est?" "Stepan Trofimovitch, have you heard anything about the people who've been murdered?... Is it true? Is it true?" "These people! I saw the glow of their work all night. They were bound to end in this...." His eyes flashed again.
And she galloped off with her cavalier. We returned. Stepan Trofimovitch sat down on the sofa and began to cry. "Dieu, Dieu." he exclaimed, "enftn une minute de bonheur!" Not more than ten minutes afterwards she reappeared according to her promise, escorted by her Mavriky Nikolaevitch. "Vous et le bonheur, vous arrivez en meme temps!" He got up to meet her.
At that moment Lizaveta Nikolaevna galloped up, escorted by Mavriky Nikolaevitch. She jumped off her horse, flung the reins to her companion, who, at her bidding, remained on his horse, and approached the ikon at the very moment when the farthing had been flung down.
Liza was completely overwhelmed, quite disproportionately in fact, so it seemed to me. "Wonderfully queer man," Mavriky Nikolaevitch observed aloud. He certainly was queer, but in all this there was a very great deal not clear to me. There was something underlying it all?
Mavriky Nikolaevitch made his acquaintance yesterday, too." "And which is the professor?" "There's no professor at all, maman." "But there is. You said yourself that there'd be a professor. It's this one, probably." She disdainfully indicated Shatov. "I didn't tell you that there'd be a professor. Mr. G v is in the service, and Mr. Shatov is a former student."
"If you can, marry Lizaveta Nikolaevna," Mavriky Nikolaevitch brought out suddenly at last, and what was most curious, it was impossible to tell from his tone whether it was an entreaty, a recommendation, a surrender, or a command. Stavrogin still remained silent, but the visitor had evidently said all he had come to say and gazed at him persistently, waiting for an answer.
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