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"Very well. I will go." "Please, as quickly as possible. Then he has also come." "Who?" "The man they would like to horsewhip. He has made himself at home in the hall, and is waiting for you. The Mistress and Marfa Vassilievna have not yet returned from the town." "Didn't you ask his name?" "He gave his name, but I have forgotten. He is the man who stayed the night with you when you were drinking.
"One does not think of fear with Ivan Ivanovich." "If Ivan Ivanovich went bear-hunting, would you go with him?" "Yes, Grandmother. Take me with you sometimes, Ivan Ivanovich." "With pleasure, Vera Vassilievna, in winter. You have only to command." "That is just like her, not to mind what her Grandmother thinks." "I was joking, Grandmother." "I know you would be equal to it.
It is certain that having discovered that the Countess Olga was enceinte, he had the barbarity to become her denouncer; and that letter which announced to Count Kostia his dishonor, that letter which made him return from Paris like a thunder-clap, that letter in short which caused the death of Olga Vassilievna, was written by him Vladimir Paulitch."
"Are you going to do this for my sake, for my peace of mind or for your own sake?" He kept silence, his eyes fixed on the ground, and then began to walk about in great strides. "What should I do?" he said, still trembling with agitation. "Tell me, Vera Vassilievna." "First of all, calm yourself, and explain to me why you wish to kill him and whether I desire it."
He sat down beside her and said, "What is wrong with you, Vera Vassilievna? You are either ill, or are bearing a great sorrow." "Yes, Ivan Ivanovich! I feel that I shall die." "What is your trouble? For God's sake, tell me. You said that you had something to confide in me, which means that I must be necessary to you; there is nothing I would not do for you. You have only to command me.
"Thank you, Vera Vassilievna," answered Tushin. "Don't forget what you have just said. If you ever need anything, if...." "If there is another such raging storm," said Tatiana Markovna. "Any storm," added Tushin firmly. "There are other storms in life," said Tatiana Markovna with a sigh.
"Implore your cousin, darling Vera Vassilievna, to paint my portrait. I don't really care about the portrait, but to be with an artist to admire him, to speak to him, to breathe the same air with him! Ma pauvre tete, je deviens folle. Je compte sur vous, ma belle et bonne amie, et j'attends la reponse." "What answer shall I give her?" asked Vera, as Raisky laid the letter on the table.
Tatiana Markovna could not disguise her agitation when Ivan Ivanovich entered her room. He made his bow in silence. "How did you find Vera?" she asked, after a pause. "She seemed to be well and calm." "God grant that she is! But how much trouble all this has caused you," she added in a low voice, trying to avoid his eyes. "What does that matter, if Vera Vassilievna has peace."
She sends her kind regards and begs you not to forget her nameday." "Many thanks. I only don't know whether I can come myself. I am old, and fear the crossing of the Volga." "Without you, Granny, Vera and I will not go. We, too, are afraid of crossing the Volga." "Be ashamed of yourself, Marfa Vassilievna. What are you afraid of? I will fetch you myself with our boat. Our rowers are singers."
I understand for the first time how you love Vera." "Do not lure me on with false hopes, for I am not a boy. Who can give me security that Vera Vassilievna will ever...." "I give you that security." His eyes shone with gratitude as he took her hand. Tatiana Markovna felt that she had gone too far, and had promised more than she could perform.
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