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They married over a year ago. It was merely for the sake of formality at first, but now they say she really is his wife." Mashurina gave another impatient gesture. There was a time when she was jealous of Mariana, but now she was indignant with her for having been false to Nejdanov's memory. "I suppose they have a baby by now," she said in an offhanded tone. "I really don't know.
Nejdanov's voice was soft, and a peculiarly affectionate tenderness shone in his eyes as he looked entreatingly at Mariana. She sat down beside him readily and took his hand. "Thanks, dearest. I won't keep you long. I thought out all the things I wanted to say to you last night. Don't think I was too much upset by yesterday's occurrence.
Pavel appeared from somewhere out of the darkness and ran down the stairs before him with a great clatter of his hob-nailed boots. Was HE then to accompany Nejdanov? Solomin sat down beside Mariana. "You heard Nejdanov's last word?" "Yes. He is annoyed that I listen to you more than to him. But it's quite true. I love him and listen to you. He is dear to me... and you are near to me."
I'm Paklin, Sila Paklin, you know, Nejdanov's friend. Do come home with me. I live quite near here. Do come!" "Io sono contessa Rocca di Santo Fiume!" the lady said softly, but in a wonderfully pure Russian accent. "Contessa! nonsense! Do come in and let us talk about old times " "Where do you live?" the Italian countess asked suddenly in Russian. "I'm in a hurry."
Sipiagin, with a stately air, began taking Nejdanov's part; Valentina Mihailovna, of course, sided with her husband; Anna Zaharovna tried to distract Kolia's attention, looking furiously at everybody; Mariana did not move, she seemed turned to stone.
A general with numerous orders glittering on his breast sat on his right, and on his left this same elegant Sipiagin, whose appearance two days later at Nejdanov's so astonished Mashurina and Ostrodumov. The general stared at Nejdanov every now and again, as though at something indecent, out of place, and offensive. Sipiagin looked at him sideways, but did not seem unfriendly.
Mariana turned round suddenly, stopped in the middle of the path with her face about a yard from Nejdanov's, and looked straight into his eyes. "Alexai Dmitritch," she said, "please don't think my aunt is a bad woman. She is not. She is deceitful all over, she's an actress, a poser she wants everyone to bow down before her as a beauty and worship her as a saint!
Sipiagin laughed coquettishly, through his nose. "And now " He took a black and silver pocketbook out of his overcoat pocket and pulled out a card. "This is my address. Come and see me tomorrow at about twelve o'clock. We can talk things over further. I should like to tell you a few of my views on education. We can also decide when to start." Sipiagin took Nejdanov's hand.
On finishing Sipiagin's letter Solomin thought, "How else can I go if not simply? I haven't any dress clothes at the factory... And what the devil should I drag myself over there for? It's just a waste of time!" But after reading Nejdanov's note, he scratched the back of his neck and walked over to the window, irresolute.
Tatiana bathed Nejdanov's head with cold water and vinegar and laid a cold sponge on the small, dark wound, now free from blood. Suddenly the rattling in Nejdanov's throat ceased and he stirred a little. "He is coming to himself," Solomin whispered. Mariana dropped down on her knees before him. Nejdanov glanced at her.. up until then his eyes had borne that fixed, far-away look of the dying.
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