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"And certainly the rogue knows how to fascinate her," broke in Marfa Timofeevna. "He has given her a snuff-box. Fedia, ask her for a pinch of snuff. You will see what a splendid snuff-box it is. There is a hussar on horseback on the lid. You had much better not try to exculpate yourself, my mother." Nastasia Carpovna could only wave her hands with a deprecatory air.
Marfa Timofeevna looked at her with a quiet smile. "Isn't that a grey hair I see, my dear? You should scold Pelagia. Where can her eyes be?" "That's just like you, aunt," muttered Maria Dmitrievna, in a tone of vexation, and thrumming with her fingers on the arm of her chair.
Then he got up, said good-bye, and went to pay Marfa Timofeevna a visit. Maria Dmitrievna looked after him with an expression of dissatisfaction, and thought to herself, "What a bear! what a moujik! Well, now I understand why his wife couldn't remain faithful to him." Marfa Timofeevna was sitting in her room, surrounded by her court.
Small in stature, with black hair, a sharp nose, and eyes which even in old age were still keen, Marfa Timofeevna walked briskly, held herself bolt upright, and spoke quickly but distinctly, and with a loud, high-pitched voice. "What is the matter?" she suddenly asked. "What are you sighing about?" "Nothing," replied Maria Dmitrievna. "What lovely clouds!" "You are sorry for them, I suppose?"
In her despair, Marfa Timofeevna tried to turn threats to account, said she would reveal every thing to Liza's mother; but that too had no effect. All that Liza would consent to do in consequence of the old lady's urgent entreaties, was to put off the execution of her plan for a half year.
Presently Marfa Timofeevna entered the room and found her in that position. Liza did not perceive her arrival. The old lady went out of the room on tiptoe, and coughed loudly several times outside the door. Liza hastily rose and wiped her eyes, which shone, with gathered but not fallen tears.
I remember he was a terrible glutton when he was a boy, and even now, perhaps, he is fond of eating and drinking." "Allow me to pay my respects, Maria Timofeevna," said Panshine, coming up to the excited old lady, and making her a low bow. "Pray excuse me, my dear sir," replied Marfa Timofeevna, "I overlooked you in my joy.
"It is more than I can bear. This is the fourth day I've been just as if I were boiling in a cauldron. I cannot any longer pretend I don't observe any thing. I cannot bear to see you crying, to see how pale and withered you are growing. I cannot I cannot." "But what makes you say that aunt?" said Liza. "There is nothing the matter with me, I " "Nothing?" exclaimed Marfa Timofeevna.
In return Marfa Timofeevna was obliged to promise that, if Liza had not changed her mind at the end of the six months, she would herself assist in the matter, and would contrive to obtain Madame Kalitine's consent. As soon as the first cold weather arrived, in spite of her promise to bury herself in seclusion, Varvara Pavlovna, who had provided herself with sufficient funds, migrated to St.
Nastasia Carpovna had a weakness for all young men, and never could help blushing like a girl at the most innocent joke. Marfa Timofeevna could not have endured any thing like servility. "Ah, Fedia!" she began, as soon as she saw him "You didn't see my family last night. Please to admire them now; we are all met together for tea. This is our second, our feast-day tea. You may embrace us all.
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