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I know he was desperately fond of her a year ago he told me so himself and, if he had had any hope of getting together a proper bridegroom's gift, he would certainly have sought her in marriage. "At this Pechorin became thoughtful. "'Yes, he answered. 'We must be more cautious Bela, from this day forth you mustn't walk on the rampart any more.
"That is true... But the love which we read in the eyes does not pledge a woman to anything, whilst words... Have a care, Grushnitski, she is befooling you!" "She?" he answered, raising his eyes heavenward and smiling complacently. "I am sorry for you, Pechorin!"... He took his departure. In the evening, a numerous company set off to walk to the hollow.
So much to question you about!... Well, what of yourself? Have you retired?... What?... How have you been getting along?" "Getting bored!" answered Pechorin, smiling. "You remember the life we led in the fortress? A splendid country for hunting! You were awfully fond of shooting, you know!... And Bela?"... Pechorin turned just the slightest bit pale and averted his head.
Out of breath, I came to a standstill at the edge of the mountain, and, leaning against the corner of a little house, I began to examine the picturesque surroundings, when suddenly I heard behind me a familiar voice. "Pechorin! Have you been here long?" I turned round. Grushnitski! We embraced. I had made his acquaintance in the active service detachment.
The horses were already put to; now and then the bell jingled on the shaft-bow; and the manservant had twice gone up to Pechorin with the announcement that everything was ready, but still there was no sign of Maksim Maksimych. Fortunately Pechorin was sunk in thought as he gazed at the jagged, blue peaks of the Caucasus, and was apparently by no means in a hurry for the road. I went up to him.
"Yes, she died, but she suffered for a long time, and we were fairly knocked up with her, I can tell you. About ten o'clock in the evening she came to herself. We were sitting by her bed. As soon as ever she opened her eyes she began to call Pechorin. "'I shall die, she said. "We began to comfort her, telling her that the doctor had promised infallibly to cure her.
The captain of dragoons, flushed with wine, struck the table with his fist, demanding attention. "Gentlemen!" he said, "this won't do! Pechorin must be taught a lesson! These Petersburg fledglings always carry their heads high until they get a slap in the face! He thinks that because he always wears clean gloves and polished boots he is the only one who has ever lived in society.
And what a haughty smile! All the same, I am convinced that he is a coward yes, a coward!" "I think so too," said Grushnitski. "He is fond of getting himself out of trouble by pretending to be only having a joke. I once gave him such a talking to that anyone else in his place would have cut me to pieces on the spot. But Pechorin turned it all to the ridiculous side.
We opened the windows, but it was hotter outside than in the room; we placed ice round the bed all to no purpose. I knew that that intolerable thirst was a sign of the approaching end, and I told Pechorin so. "'Water, water! she said in a hoarse voice, raising herself up from the bed. "Pechorin turned pale as a sheet, seized a glass, filled it, and gave it to her.
'You need not tell me what day it was, I answered; 'it will ever be present to my memory!... Pechorin, my friend, I cannot congratulate you, you are in her black books... And, indeed, it is a pity, because Mary is a charming girl!"...
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