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Half an hour later, Alexandra Pavlovna again came to the door. 'Mihailo Mihailitch is here, she said, 'will you see him? 'Yes, answered Volintsev, 'let them show him up here. Lezhnyov came in. 'What, aren't you well? he asked, seating himself in a chair near the sofa.
Mihailo Mihailitch turned round, took the girl's head in both his hands, to her great astonishment, and kissed her on the forehead, then he went in to Alexandra Pavlovna. He sat a very long time over this second letter, crossed out and altered a great deal in it, and, copying it carefully on a fine sheet of note-paper, folded it up as small as possible, and put it in his pocket.
He lived a good while with her, and at last threw her over or no, I beg pardon, she threw him over. It was then that I too threw him over. That's all. Lezhnyov ceased speaking, passed his hand over his brow, and dropped into a chair as if he were exhausted. 'Do you know, Mihailo Mihailitch, began Alexandra Pavlovna, 'you are a spiteful person, I see; indeed you are no better than Pigasov.
Lezhnyov? inquired Pandalevsky, as though he were surprised. 'Yes, Mihailo Mihailitch Lezhnyov, replied Volintsev. 'Well, good-bye; it's time I was off to the field; they are sowing your buckwheat. Mr. Pandalevsky will escort you home. And Volintsev rode off at a trot. 'With the greatest of pleasure! cried Konstantin Diomiditch, offering Alexandra Pavlovna his arm.
'You old cynic! said Alexandra Pavlovna in a tone of annoyance, 'but I am more and more convinced that even those who attack Rudin cannot find any harm to say of him. 'No harm? Upon my word! and his perpetual living at other people's expense, his borrowing money.... Mihailo Mihailitch, he borrowed of you too, no doubt, didn't he?
'A man ought to live with his fellows, Mihailo Mihailitch! What pleasure is there in sitting like Diogenes in his tub? 'Well, to begin with, he was very well off there, and besides, how do you know I don't live with my fellows? Darya Mihailovna bit her lip. 'That's a different matter!
The curtain before the door was softly moved aside and the steward came in, a tall man, grey and bald, in a black coat, a white cravat, and a white waistcoat. 'What is it? inquired Darya Mihailovna, and, turning a little towards Rudin, she added in a low voice, 'n'est ce pas, comme il ressemble a Canning? 'Mihailo Mihailitch Lezhnyov is here, announced the steward. 'Will you see him?
And the droshky rolled away. Alexandra Pavlovna looked after Mihailo Mihailitch. 'What a sack! she thought. Sitting huddled up and covered with dust, his cap on the back of his head and tufts of flaxen hair straggling from beneath it, he looked strikingly like a huge sack of flour. Alexandra Pavlovna turned tranquilly back along the path homewards. She was walking with downcast eyes.
You have a splendid house; but I will confess to you frankly I don't like to have to stand on ceremony. And I haven't a respectable suit, I haven't any gloves, and I don't belong to your set. 'By birth, by education, you belong to it, Mihailo Mihailitch! vous etes des notres. 'Birth and education are all very well, Darya Mihailovna; that's not the question.
'Mihailo Mihailitch! cried Rudin, and held out his hand, but drew it back again in confusion. Lezhnyov made haste to snatch it in both of his. 'Come, come in! he said to Rudin, and drew him into the room. 'How you have changed! exclaimed Lezhnyov after a brief silence, involuntarily dropping his voice. 'Yes, they say so! replied Rudin, his eyes straying about the room.
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