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Updated: June 11, 2025
She pressed his arm with her hand. "And I, too, I love you, with all my heart and soul," she said. "And if you will tell me what has happened, I will do what I can if it were my life that were needed. I know I can help you, for God will help me." He raised his head a little and again stood still, gazing into her eyes with an odd sort of childish wonder. "What makes you so strong, Vjera?
Vjera, whose ideas of prisons have been already explained at length, was so much surprised that she at last opened her lips. "Have you ever been in prison?" she asked in a wondering tone. "Several times," replied the other, without looking up. "But always," he added, as though suddenly anxious for his reputation, "always for that sort of thing for upsetting somebody who did not want to be upset.
I esteem it an honour to have been of any assistance to you in your temporary annoyances." Vjera still hid her face. The Cossack watched what was happening with an expression half sad, half curious, and Dumnoff displayed a set of ferocious white teeth as he stupidly grinned from ear to ear.
But before I go in I will go to the tomb yes, I will go to the tomb among the trees, and I will say a prayer for my father and " "Your father?" Vjera started slightly. She had listened to the long catalogue of the poor man's anticipations with a sad, unchanging face, as though she had heard it all before. But at the mention of his father's death she seemed surprised. "Yes.
Vjera dropped her glass tube and her little pieces of paper and looked sadly at him, while he was speaking. "By the by," observed the Cossack, "to-day is Tuesday. I had quite forgotten. So you really leave us to-morrow." "Yes. It is all settled at last, and I have had letters. It is to-morrow and this is my last hundred." "At what time?" inquired Dumnoff, with a rough laugh.
Whenever he lay down he could close his eyes and be asleep, and forget the troubles and the mean trifles of his thorny existence. In this respect he had the advantage of the others. Vjera lay down, indeed, but the attempt to sleep seemed more painful than the accepted reality of waking.
It was certainly a most unfortunate train of circumstances which had led him by such quick stages from his parting with Vjera to the wooden bench and the board pillow of the police-station.
I am past that. I am not a young man any more, and I have had misfortunes such as would have broken the hearts of most men, and of the kind that do not dispose to great love-passion. If my troubles had come to me through the love of a woman it might have been otherwise. As it is do you think that I have no love for you, Vjera?
But Vjera turned quickly at the words and a momentary fire illuminated her pale blue eyes and dispelled the misty veil that seemed to dull them. "Whatever you say, do not say that!" she exclaimed. "I love you with all my heart I ah, if you only understood, if you only knew, if you only guessed!" "That is it," answered the Count.
"For many things, all of which have proceeded from your kindness of heart and have resulted in making my life bearable during the past months or years. I keep little account of time. How long is it since I have been making cigarettes for Fischelowitz, at the rate of three marks a thousand?" "Ever since I can remember," answered Vjera. "It is six years since I came to work there as a little girl."
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