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"I am afraid of going near her in case I alarm her," he whispered. "Should I awaken the mistress?" "She must be awakened. Vera Vassilievna is ill, and I don't know whether I ought to send for the old doctor." The words were hardly out of his mouth when Tatiana Markovna sat up. "Is Vera ill?" she said in a low voice.
"No, they're a well-matched pair." "I say, Marya Vassilievna, you were making out those fly-away crinolines were not being worn. Just look at her in the puce dress an ambassador's wife they say she is how her skirt bounces out from side to side!" "What a pretty dear the bride is like a lamb decked with flowers! Well, say what you will, we women feel for our sister."
She did not understand a word of what Markelov had said, but she felt that the "black one" was scolding, and how dared he! Vassilievna also muttered something, while Fomishka folded his hands across his breast and turned to his wife. "Fimishka, my darling," he began, almost in tears; "do you hear what the gentleman is saying?
He replied that he had not, fearing that she might accuse him of spying, and at her request began to read: "Ma belle chamante divine Vera Vassilievna! I am enraptured and fall on my knees before your dear, noble, handsome cousin; he has avenged me, and I am triumphant and weep for joy. He was great. Tell him that he is ever my knight, that I am his devoted slave.
His mother, noticing his trouble, found out the truth, ran at once to the photographer's shop, paid over the twelve roubles and fifty kopeks to Maria Vassilievna, and made her promise to deny the boy's guilt. She further implored Mitia to hide the truth from everybody, and in any case to withhold it from his father.
You will stay with me, Marfa Egorovna, to-day, to-morrow, all the week." "But since you are so angry with Marfa Vassilievna and my son, who does indeed deserve to be punished?" The wrinkles in Tatiana Markovna's face faded, and her eyes gleamed with joy. She threw her shawl and cap on the divan. "I can't keep it up any longer!" she exclaimed. "Take off your hat and mantilla.
"It will be forgotten, Tatiana Markovna, especially if you, as you say, leave the neighbourhood. If it is not forgotten, and you and Vera Vassilievna are further disturbed, it is still possible," he added in a low tone, "to accept my proposal." "Ivan Ivanovich," said Tatiana Markovna reproachfully, "do you think Vera and I are capable of such a thing?
"Do you know this place?" she asked. "Yes, a suicide is buried there." "There, in the depths below the precipice, your 'pure' Vera also lies buried," she said with the decision of despair. "What are you saying? I don't understand. Enlighten me, Vera Vassilievna." Summoning all her strength she bent her head and whispered a few words to him, then returned, and sank down on the bench.
Here there is no obstacle of forest, sea, or rock. I am bridging the precipice, and my feet will not tremble when I cross the bridge. Give me Vera Vassilievna. No devil should disturb my happiness or her peace of mind, if she lived to be a hundred. She will be my Tsaritsa, and in the peace that reigns in my forest will forget all that now oppresses her. You don't yet understand me!"
'I am spending two days in town, he said, 'to be present at your sister's fete, and I have chosen that day.... Decide, Vera Vassilievna, whether I am to love or not." "Ou le sentiment va-t-il se nicher?" exclaimed Paulina Karpovna. "Even in that clod." "'Ivan Ivanovich! pleaded Vera," continued Raisky.
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