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His master avoided his glance, but in the soldier's eyes there was nothing malicious or scornful; only such fear and pity as some kind-hearted old nurse might feel. "Oh! however did this happen, your Excellency? Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What have they been doing to him?" he murmured. "It's no business of yours!" hissed Tanaroff angrily; glancing round immediately afterwards, in confusion.
That which most irritated him was his recollection of Sina Karsavina's white dress, of which he caught a glimpse at the very moment when he was vowing futile vengeance. "Who was it that lifted me up?" He tried to turn his thoughts into another channel. "Was it Tanaroff? Or that Jew boy who was with them! It must have been Tanaroff. Anyhow, it doesn't matter in the least.
"Yes, yes, I understand," interrupted Sanine, losing patience. "I very nearly kicked him out of the house, so that 'not er quite' is hardly the right way of putting it." The speech was lost upon Tanaroff, who went on: "Well, sir, he insists on your taking back your words." "Yes, yes," chimed in the lanky Von Deitz, who kept shifting the position of his feet, like a stork. Sanine smiled.
From mere animal curiosity Tanaroff hastily glanced at him, and then, in a moment, looked elsewhere. Almost imperceptible as this movement had been, Sarudine noticed it with unutterable anguish and despair. He shut his eyes tighter, and exclaimed, in a broken, tearful voice: "Leave me! Leave me! Oh! Oh!" Tanaroff glanced again at him. Suddenly a feeling of irritation and contempt possessed him.
"Take them back? How can I do that? 'As uncaged bird is spoken word!" Too perplexed to reply, Tanaroff looked Sanine full in the face. "What evil eyes he has!" thought the latter. "This is no joking matter," began Tanaroff, looking flushed and angry. "Are you prepared to retract your words, or are you not?" Sanine at first was silent.
"No doubt there will be some nice girls there, whose acquaintance you may care to make," said Lida, mechanically. "Ah! that's good!" said Sanine. "The weather is lovely, too; so let's go!" At the time appointed, Sarudine and Tanaroff drove up in the large lineika belonging to their squadron with two big regimental horses.
He could hear Tanaroff trying to pacify the enraged Von Deitz, and thought to himself, "As a rule the fellow's an utter fool, but put him on his hobby-horse, and he becomes quite sensible." "The matter cannot be allowed to rest thus!" cried the implacable Von Deitz, as they went out. From the door of her room, Lida gently called "Volodja!" Sanine stood still. "What is it?"
It was this knowledge that a man whom he held to be so absolutely his inferior should feel ashamed of him, which convinced Sarudine that all was now at an end. He could not cross the courtyard without assistance. Tanaroff and the scared, trembling orderly almost had to carry him. If there were other onlookers, Sarudine did not see them.
In short ..." "Oh! That'll do!" replied Sanine, drawing back in disgust from Von Deitz, from whose mouth saliva spurted. "Think what you like; I don't care. And tell Sarudine that he is an ass!" "You've no right, sir, I say, you've no right," shouted Von Deitz. "Very good, very good," said Tanaroff, quite satisfied "Let us go." "No!" cried the other, plaintively, as he waved his lanky arms.
At first he professed to sympathize with Sarudine, but soon relapsed into silence, occasionally through his clenched teeth urging the coachman to drive quicker. From this, as also from the irresolute support of his arm, which at times almost pushed him away, Sarudine knew exactly what Tanaroff felt.
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