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"Don't you hear, someone keeps knocking under the window, wants to come in, I suppose." "Some passer-by," I muttered. "Then we must let him in or find out who it is." But I made no answer, pretending to be asleep. Several minutes passed.... I tapped again. Tyeglev sat up at once and listened. "Knock ... knock ... knock! Knock ... knock ... knock!"
"Fatal" men of the true stamp ought not to betray such beliefs: they ought to inspire them in others.... But I was the only one who knew Tyeglev on that side. One day I remember it was St. Elijah's day, July 20th I came to stay with my brother and did not find him at home: he had been ordered off for a whole week somewhere.
To my amazement I heard from him that she had died not through poisoning but of cholera! I told him what I had heard from Tyeglev. "Eh! Eh!" cried the doctor all at once. "Is that Tyeglev an artillery officer, a man of middle height and with a stoop, speaks with a lisp?" "Yes." "Well, I thought so.
"What I think, Ilya Stepanitch, is that you ought first to make certain whether your suppositions are correct.... Perhaps your lady love is alive and well." "She has not written to me since we have been in camp," observed Tyeglev. "That proves nothing, Ilya Stepanitch." Tyeglev waved me off. "No! she is certainly not in this world. She called me." He suddenly turned to the window.
Tyeglev's aunt was fearfully incensed, she turned the luckless girl out of her house in disgrace, and moved to Moscow where she adopted a young lady of noble birth and made her her heiress. On her return to her own relations, poor and drunken people, Masha's lot was a bitter one. Tyeglev had promised to marry her and did not keep his promise.
I felt a little ashamed and a little vexed with him. I could not bring myself to acknowledge my prank, however. "Do you know what?" I began, "I am convinced that it was all your imagination." Tyeglev frowned. "Ah, you think so!" "You say you heard a knocking?" "It was not only knocking I heard." "Why, what else?" Tyeglev bent forward and bit his lips. He was evidently hesitating.
All at once Tyeglev without saying a word ran down this gangway and over the thin ice, sinking in and leaping out again, reached the dog, seized it by the scruff of the neck and getting safely back to the bank, put it down on the pavement.
We went back into the hut, and both lay down on benches, he in the corner facing the door and I on the opposite side. Tyeglev was for a long time turning from side to side on his bench and I could not get to sleep, either. Whether his stories had excited my nerves or the strange night had fevered my blood anyway, I could not go to sleep.
And yet inwardly I blamed him. "A working-class girl!" I thought, "a fine sort of aristocrat you are yourself!" "Perhaps you blame me, Ridel," Tyeglev began suddenly, as though guessing what I was thinking. "I am very ... unhappy myself. But what to do? What to do?" He leaned his chin on his hand and began biting the broad flat nails of his short, red fingers, hard as iron.
"I must have startled a thief," I added. "You heard a horse was stolen from our neighbour yesterday?" Tyeglev smiled frigidly and lighted his pipe. I sat down beside him. "And do you still believe, Ilya Stepanitch," I said, "that the voice we heard came from those unknown realms...." He stopped me with a peremptory gesture.
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