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"The lady without taking her eyes off the blushing Tomassov said with a dreamy gravity quite unusual to her: "'I should like to know that your generosity can be supreme without a flaw. Love at its highest should be the origin of every perfection. "Tomassov opened his eyes wide with admiration at this, as though her lips had been dropping real pearls.
There was a man with her, not one of the thick-waisted, bald-headed personages, but a somebody all the same, a man over thirty, a French officer who to some extent was also a privileged intimate. Tomassov was not jealous of him. Such a sentiment would have appeared presumptuous to the simple fellow. "On the contrary he admired that officer.
"'I don't care to be seen too much with you in the lighted thoroughfares, M. Tomassov, he said in a strangely grim tone. "'Why? asked the young man, too startled to be offended. "'From prudence, answered the other curtly. 'So we will have to part here; but before we part I'll disclose to you something of which you will see at once the importance.
"Tomassov used to shudder at the mere thought of the moral torture he had escaped; and he nursed in his heart a boundless gratitude to the two people who had saved him from that cruel ordeal. They were wonderful! For him love and friendship were but two aspects of exalted perfection. He had found these fine examples of it and he vowed them indeed a sort of cult.
The story I have in my mind is not in that. Outpourings, let us call them. "I would sit quite content to hold my peace, a whole hour perhaps, while Tomassov talked with exaltation. And when he was done I would still hold my peace. And then there would be produced a solemn effect of silence which, I imagine, pleased Tomassov in a way. "She was of course not a woman in her first youth.
He himself remembered everything because these were the last memories of that woman. He was seeing her for the last time though he did not know it then. "M. De Castel returned, breaking into that atmosphere of enchantment Tomassov had been drinking in even to complete unconsciousness of the external world.
The lady turned to Tomassov and said: 'You may stay With me. "This express command made him supremely happy, though as a matter of fact he had had no idea of going. "She regarded him with her kindly glances, which made something glow and expand within his chest. It was a delicious feeling, even though it did cut one's breath short now and then.
A widow, maybe. At any rate I never heard Tomassov mention her husband. She had a salon, something very distinguished; a social centre in which she queened it with great splendour. "Somehow, I fancy her court was composed mostly of men. But Tomassov, I must say, kept such details out of his discourses wonderfully well.
"Truth, being often the most senseless thing in the world, is sometimes revealed to fools. I don't think that adjutant of ours believed in his own words. He just wanted to tease Tomassov from habit. Purely from habit. We of course said nothing, and so he took his head in his hands and fell into a doze as he sat on a log in front of the fire.
The Military Mission was supposed to be more complimentary than anything else, the head of it being a personal friend of our Emperor Alexander; and he, too, was laying himself out for successes in fashionable life exclusively as it seemed. As it seemed. "One afternoon Tomassov called on the mistress of his thoughts earlier than usual. She was not alone.
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