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He bowed first to the lady of the house, then to Marfa Timofyevna, and slowly drawing off his gloves, he advanced to take Marya Dmitrievna's hand. After kissing it respectfully twice he seated himself with deliberation in an arm-chair, and rubbing the very tips of his fingers together, he observed with a smile "And is Elisaveta Mihalovna quite well?"
Marfa Timofyevna listened to her niece with horror. "She is ill, she is raving," she thought: "we must send for a doctor; but for which one? Gedeonovsky was praising one the other day; he always tells lies but perhaps this time he spoke the truth."
But here he is speak of the devil," added Marfa Timofyevna looking into the street. "Here comes your agreeable man striding along. What a lanky creature he is, just like a stork!" Marya Dmitrievna began to arrange her curls. Marfa Timofyevna looked at her ironically. "What's that, not a grey hair surely? You must speak to your Palashka, what can she be thinking about?"
She had not long known him, this man who rarely went to church, and took his wife's death so calmly and here was she, confiding al her secrets to him.... It was true he took an interest in her; she herself trusted him and felt drawn to him; but all the same, she was ashamed, as though a stranger had been into her pure, maiden bower. Marfa Timofyevna came to her assistance.
She sat down to play cards together with her and Gedeonovsky, and Marfa Timofyevna led Lisa away up-stairs with her, saying that she looked shocking, and that she must certainly have a headache. "Yes, she has an awful headache," observed Marya Dmitrievna, turning to Varvara Pavlovna and rolling her eyes, "I myself have often just such sick headaches." "Really!" rejoined Varvara Pavlovna.
THE CATASTROPHE WITH Liza and the death of Marya Timofyevna made an overwhelming impression on Shatov. I have already mentioned that that morning I met him in passing; he seemed to me not himself. He went in the morning to look at the corpses, but as far as I know gave no evidence of any sort that morning.
Ever since yesterday I've done my best, and all to do you honour.... Marya Timofyevna doesn't trouble herself, as you know, on that score. And what's more its all from your liberality, your own providing, as you're the master of the house and not I, and I'm only, so to say, your agent. All the same, all the same, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, all the same, in spirit, I'm independent!
Yet I did not go to Liputin's, but after I'd gone a good way towards home I turned back to Shatov's again, and, half opening the door without going in, suggested to him laconically and with no kind of explanation, "Won't you go to Marya Timofyevna to-day?" At this Shatov swore at me, and I went away.
"I didn't mean anything, Madam, Vassilissa Timofyevna," says he, "don't you think anything of it; don't you be offended, madam," and a lot more like that he wrote.... But I say, she added after a brief silence: 'what's he like? 'He's all right, Onisim responded indifferently. 'Does he get angry? 'He get angry! Not he. Why, do you like him? Vassilissa looked down and giggled in her sleeve.
"What Liza?" "Why, this young lady here," said Marya Timofyevna, pointing with her finger. "So she's Liza already?" "You called her that yourself just now," said Marya Timofyevna growing a little holder. "And I dreamed of a beauty like that," she added, laughing, as it were accidentally.
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