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"Very well," said the Count, throwing himself in a chair. "I have not killed anyone. This young man's reason restored mine." Vladimir Paulitch turned pale. "So," said he, with a forced smile, "this audacious seducer gets off with a rating." "You haven't common sense, Vladimir Paulitch! What are you saying about seduction? Gilberts are an enigma to you.
At last Kostia Petrovitch lost patience, seized me in his powerful hands, set me upon my feet, and pushing me violently against the wall, cried in a voice of thunder, 'Vladimir Paulitch, spare me your effeminate contortions, and remember who I am and who you are. One day I saw an ugly piece of charcoal in the road.
"Always the pedant," he exclaimed, throwing his cap in my face. July 23rd. Vladimir Paulitch appeared yesterday at the end of dinner. The presence of this man occasions me an indefinable uneasiness. His coldness freezes me, and then his dogmatic tone; his smile of mocking politeness. He always knows in advance what you are going to say to him, and listens to you out of politeness.
Vladimir Paulitch was forty years of age; his face was striking but unattractive. His eyes had the color and the hard brightness of steel; his keen glances, subject to his will, often questioned, but never allowed themselves to be interrogated. Well made, slender, a slight and graceful figure, he had in his gait and movements a feline suppleness and stealthiness.
"My dear Ivan," said he, "you appear to be waiting for someone." "I heard you coming," answered he, "and I took you for Vladimir Paulitch. It was the sound of your step which deceived me; you haven't such a measured step generally." "You are a keen observer," replied Gilbert smiling; "but who, I pray, is this Vladimir Paulitch?" "He is a physician from my country.
"You are mistaken, Count Kostia!" replied Vladimir ironically; "they often end with a wedding." "Vladimir Paulitch!" exclaimed the Count, stamping his foot, "you have the faculty of exasperating me. Today you spent an hour in kindling the fire of vengeance in my soul. You hate this young man. I believe, on my honor, that you are jealous of him.
But instantly recollecting himself, and throwing away the innocent flower spitefully, he exclaimed: "Oh, fortune, what singular games you play!" "Yes, fortune is singular!" answered a voice which was not unknown to him; and before he had time to turn, Dr. Vladimir was seated beside him. Vladimir Paulitch had employed his morning well.
He will remain two months with us. The barine wrote to him a fortnight since, when he felt that he was going to be ill; Vladimir Paulitch left immediately, and day before yesterday he wrote from Berlin, that he would be here this evening. This Vladimir is a physician who hasn't his equal. I am waiting for him to arrive." "Tell me, good Ivan, is your young master in the garden?"
For forty years, however, I have worn handcuffs, for such as you see me I, Vladimir Paulitch; I, one of the first physicians of Russia; I, the learned physiologist, I am the refuse of the earth, I am Ivan's equal; in a word, I am a serf!" "You a serf!" exclaimed Gilbert, astonished.
In addition to the anxiety which preyed upon him, a further and greater source of uneasiness was the fear that all had been discovered. "In spite of my precautions," thought he, "some spy stationed by the Count may have seen me running over the roof, but it is very improbable. "I am inclined to believe rather, that the lynx eyes of Vladimir Paulitch have read Stephane's face.
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