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Updated: May 7, 2025
Minetti was sitting on the steps near the third landing. "I was preparing to go home," said the hunchback. "What kept you so late?" "I went around another way," answered Suvaroff. "I thought I might get something from a druggist friend to help me sleep." They stood before the door of Suvaroff's room. Suvaroff opened the door and they went in.
With Suvaroff it was different; if he did not play, he did not eat. Suvaroff's head had ached all day. The café where he scraped his violin from early afternoon until midnight had never seemed so stuffy, so tawdry, so impossible! All day he had sat and played and played, while people ate and chattered and danced.
A drizzling fog had swept in from the ocean and fell refreshingly on the gray city. But the keenness of the air irritated Suvaroff's headache instead of soothing it; he felt the wind upon his temples as one feels the cool cut of a knife.
The test has come for us of the fatherland." And then Fred said a bold thing. "I can wish you good luck and a safe return, Lieutenant," he said. "But I can't wish that your country may be victorious because my mother, after all, was a Russian." "I wouldn't ask that of you," said Ernst, with a laugh. "Even though it is Prince Suvaroff's country, too?"
It is not my fault if a fool like that sits with his door unlocked and his face turned from the face of danger." And, curiously, Suvaroff's thoughts wandered to other things, and a picture of his native country flashed over him Little Russia in the languid embrace of summer green and blue and golden.
Then, as usual, sounds began to drift down the passageway, not in heavy and clattering fashion, but with a pattering quality like a bird upon a roof. And, curiously, Suvaroff's thoughts wandered to other things, and a picture of his native country flashed over him Little Russia in the languid embrace of summer green and blue and golden.
The hunchback returned Suvaroff's stare with almost insulting indifference, but there was something in the look that quickened the beating of Suvaroff's heart. "You are waiting here," began Suvaroff, "for an Italian who lodges across the street. Would you like me to tell you where he may be found?" The hunchback shrugged. "It does not matter in the slightest, one way or another.
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