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"It is not for us to sit in judgment upon him!" "Quite so; only he might have had a little more consideration for others, who are likely to be compromised through him now." "What makes you think so?" Ostrodumov bawled out in his turn. "Basanov has plenty of character, he will not betray anyone. Besides, not every one can be cautious you know, Mr. Paklin."
And really, when Paklin was not laughing, when he was silent, his face assumed a dejected, almost scared expression; it became funny and rather sarcastic only when he opened his lips. Ostrodumov did not say anything, however, and Paklin turned to Mashurina again. "Well? And how are your studies getting on? Have you made any progress in your truly philanthropical art?
"The merchant Falyaeva has nothing whatever to do with it," Sipiagin began; "I know nothing of his ideas; I was only talking of his factory where Mr. Nejdanov is to be found at this very moment, as Mr. Paklin says " "I said nothing of the kind!" Paklin cried; "you said it yourself!" "Excuse me, Mr.
Paklin made a sad grimace, and pointed to his scraggy, crippled legs. "Now do I look like a warrior, my dear Alexai Dmitritch? But enough of this. I am delighted that you met this Sipiagin, and can even foresee something useful to our cause as a result of it.
There was a brief silence they all looked at one another, but did not utter a word. "Well, goodbye, dear friends," Paklin exclaimed. "We must have bored you to death with our long visit. It is time for these gentlemen to be going, and I am going with them. Goodbye, thanks for your kindness." "Goodbye, goodbye, come again. Don't be on ceremony," Fomishka and Fimishka exclaimed together.
Petersburg varnish upon it; no amount of washing will make it come clean. You may whisper as much as you like, Mr. Paklin, but you won't get anything out of it!" At this point the governor considered it necessary to interfere. "I think that you have said enough, gentlemen," he began, "and I'll ask you, my dear baron, to take Mr. Markelov away. N'est ce pas, Boris, you don't want him any further "
I must go back to the exploiter's, to my office. Goodbye." Paklin went to the door, but stopped and turned back. "I say, Aliosha," he began in a persuasive tone of voice, "you have only just refused me, and I know you will not be short of money now; but, all the same, do allow me to sacrifice just a little for the cause. I can't do anything else, so let me help with my pocket!
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked in a squeaky voice. "A duet? Why not a trio? And where's the chief tenor? "Do you mean Nejdanov, Mr. Paklin?" Ostrodumov asked solemnly. "Yes, Mr. Ostrodumov." "He will be back directly, Mr. Paklin." "I am glad to hear that, Mr. Ostrodumov." The little cripple turned to Mashurina. She frowned, and continued leisurely puffing her cigarette.
And when that friend of yours, that grinning buffoon, Mr. Paklin, stood up and declared with his eyes raised to heaven that not one of us was capable of self-sacrifice, who approved of it and nodded to him encouragingly? Wasn't it you?
But instead of Pavel, Nejdanov appeared in the doorway. He staggered and steadied himself on the doorpost. He opened his mouth feebly, looked around with his glassy eyes, comprehending nothing. Paklin was the first to approach him. "Aliosha!" he exclaimed, "don't you know me?" Nejdanov stared at him, blinking slowly. "Paklin?" he said at last. "Yes, it is I. Aren't you well?" "No... I'm not well.
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