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And he pressed Maslennikoff's hand. "Now, come up; I am so glad," said Maslennikoff, grasping Nekhludoff's hand. In spite of his corpulency Maslennikoff hurried quickly up the stairs. He was in particularly good spirits, owing to the attention paid him by the important personage.
He despised Nekhludoff for "playing the fool," as Novodvoroff termed it, with Maslova, but especially for the freedom Nekhludoff took of considering the defects of the existing system and the methods of correcting those defects in a manner which was not only not exactly the same as Novodvoroff's, but was Nekhludoff's own a prince's, that is, a fool's manner.
On awakening the following morning, Nekhludoff's first feeling was one of sorrow for the unpleasant incident with his brother-in-law. "I must go to see them," he thought, "and smooth it over." But, looking at the clock, he saw that there was no time left, and that he must hasten to the prison to see the departure of the convicts.
Several men came out from here, and stood in Nekhludoff's way, bowing to him. "I am not an official. I know nothing about it." "Well, anyhow, you come from outside; tell somebody one of the authorities, if need be," said an indignant voice. "Show some pity on us, as a human being. Here we are suffering the second month for nothing." "What do you mean? Why?" said Nekhludoff. "Why?
If you wish to help me, then be so kind as to pack away the things as you used to do in mamma's lifetime. Natasha will dispose of them when she arrives." Natasha was Nekhludoff's sister. Agrippina Petrovna shook her head. "Dispose of them? Why, they will be needed," she said.
The other, that of Katusha, full of energy, having gained the love of such a man as Simonson, and found a true and solid path towards righteousness, should have been pleasant, yet it also created a heavy impression on Nekhludoff's mind, and he could not conquer this impression. The vibrating sounds of a big brass bell reached them from the town.
"Then this way, please," said the inspector, who had evidently decided from Nekhludoff's appearance that he deserved attention. "Sidoroff!" he turned to a warrant-officer wearing a mustache, and medals on his breast. "Show this gentleman to the women's ward." "All right, sir." At that moment heart-rending cries came from the direction of the grating.
A little, almost beardless old fellow, blind in one eye, who sat by the side of the patriarch, and had a patched nankeen coat and old boots on, and, as Nekhludoff found out later, was an oven-builder, understood much better. This man moved his brows quickly, attending to Nekhludoff's words with an effort, and at once repeated them in his own way.
I wanted to ease my mind," said the lawyer, as if justifying his not speaking about Nekhludoff's case. "And now as to your case. I have carefully examined it, 'and could not approve the contents thereof, as Tourgeniff has it. That is to say, the lawyer was a wretched one, and he let slip all the grounds of appeal." "What have you decided to do?" "One moment.
How comfortable they all are, as compared not only with the prisoners, but even with the peasants!" These thoughts again involuntarily came to Nekhludoff's mind. The man on whom depended the easing of the fate of the Petersburg prisoners was an old General of repute a baron of German descent, who, as it was said of him, had outlived his wits.
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