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Paklin laughed. "That's not quite correct. If it is wit, then it can't be blunt. If blunt, then it can't be wit." "All right, all right! We know you are clever! "Your nerves are out of order," Paklin remarked hesitatingly. "Or has something really happened?"
Paklin thought, "I'll soon make you pull a different face!" "Your wife's brother," he said aloud, "Mr. Markelov, has been seized by the peasants whom he had been inciting to rebellion, and is now under arrest in the governor's house." Sipiagin jumped up a second time.
You need not be on ceremony. I told you they were blessed ones. We will get them to sing to us! Will you come too, Mr. Markelov?" Markelov shrugged his shoulders impatiently. "You can hardly leave me here alone! We may as well go, I suppose." The young people rose from the seat. "What a forbidding individual that is you have with you," Paklin whispered to Nejdanov, indicating Markelov.
Bearing in mind the suggestion of Paklin and others, Nejdanov did all he could to come in contact with the peasants, but soon found that he was only learning to understand them, in so far as he could make any observation and doing no propaganda whatever! Nejdanov had lived in a town all his life and, consequently, between him and the country people there existed a gulf that could not be crossed.
But quite of her own accord she took an extraordinary, ancient pack of cards out of Snandalia's hand. "Whose fortune shall I tell?" "Why everybody's, of course!" Paklin exclaimed. "What a dear old thing......... You can do what you like with her," he thought. "Tell us all our fortunes, granny dear," he said aloud. "Tell us our fates, our characters, our futures, everything!"
He ordered his guests to be shown into his study, where he soon joined them, as he was, in his silk dressing-gown, and not so much as excusing himself for receiving them in such an unofficial costume, shook hands with them heartily. Only Sipiagin and Kollomietzev appeared in the governor's study; Paklin remained in the drawing-room.
Paklin pulled himself up. "Why, of course... do have some more tea." But Mashurina fixed her dark eyes upon him and said pensively: "You don't happen to have any letter of Nejdanov s... or his photograph?" "I have a photograph and quite a good one too. I believe it's in the table drawer. I'll get it in a minute."
By the way," he added, turning to his wife, "il parait qu'il sont maries." "Who said so? That same gentleman?" Valentina Mihailovna looked at Paklin again, this time with half-closed eyes. "Yes." "In that case," Kollomietzev put in, "he must know where they are. Do you know where they are? Do you know? Eh? Do you know?"
Suddenly he stopped, threw up his arms as though struck by something, turned back quickly, and overtaking her peeped under her hat. "Mashurina!" he exclaimed in an undertone. The lady looked at him haughtily and walked on without saying a word. "Dear Mashurina, I recognised you at once," Paklin continued, hobbling along beside her; "don't be afraid, I won't give you away! I am so glad to see you!
Solomin's head appeared through the door. "Mariana Vikentievna, can I come in? I have brought someone whom it's absolutely necessary for you to see." Mariana merely nodded her head in reply and behind Solomin in walked Paklin. "I AM a friend of your husband's," he said, bowing very low, as if anxious to conceal his frightened face, "and also of Vassily Fedotitch.
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