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"I can't tell you anything about that, madam," she brought out, almost crying; "besides, I could hardly understand a word of it." "Nonsense! You must have understood something." "He told a long time about a distinguished lady with black hair." Sofya Matveyevna flushed terribly though she noticed Varvara Petrovna's fair hair and her complete dissimilarity with the "brunette" of the story.
There followed an examination in earnest. "Tell me all about it, my good girl. Sit down beside me; that's right. Well?" "I met Stepan Trofimovitch..." "Stay, hold your tongue! I warn you that if you tell lies or conceal anything, I'll ferret it out. Well?" "Stepan Trofimovitch and I... as soon as I came to Hatovo..." Sofya Matveyevna began almost breathlessly. "Stay, hold your tongue, wait a bit!
But he did not even glance at it all, nor look out of the window at the vast lake, the edge of which was only seventy feet from the cottage. "At last we are by ourselves and we will admit no one! I want to tell you everything, everything from the very beginning." Sofya Matveyevna checked him with great uneasiness. "Are you aware, Stepan Trofimovitch?..." "Comment, vous saves deja mon nom?"
He was very weak, but had not yet lost consciousness. Sofya Matveyevna was getting up, thinking that he wanted to sleep. But he stopped her. "My friend, I've been telling lies all my life. Even when I told the truth I never spoke for the sake of the truth, but always for my own sake.
The road by which they drove the twelve miles was not a smooth one, and their carriage jolted cruelly. Stepan Trofimovitch woke up frequently, quickly raised his head from the little pillow which Sofya Matveyevna had slipped under it, clutched her by the hand and asked "Are you here?" as though he were afraid she had left him.
Stepan Trofimovitch was getting weaker and weaker. "Now read me another passage.... About the pigs," he said suddenly. "What?" asked Sofya Matveyevna, very much alarmed. "About the pigs... that's there too... ces cochons. I remember the devils entered into swine and they all were drowned. You must read me that; I'll tell you why afterwards. I want to remember it word for word.
Then in a sort of delirium be began explaining to Sofya Matveyevna the significance of their meeting that day, "so chance an encounter and so fateful for all eternity." Sofya Matveyevna got up from the sofa in terrible confusion at last. He had positively made an attempt to drop on his knees before her, which made her cry. It was beginning to get dark.
"I can't get to Spasov!" she said to the woman of the cottage. "Why, you are bound to Spasov, too, then?" cried Stepan Trofimovitch, starting. It appeared that a lady had the day before told her to wait at Hatovo and had promised to take her to Spasov, and now this lady had not turned up after all. "What am I to do now?" repeated Sofya Matveyevna.
Yes, yes, that's just it.... But wait a bit, that can all come afterwards.... We'll be together, together," he added enthusiastically. "Stepan Trofimovitch," Sofya Matveyevna asked timidly, "hadn't I better send to the town for the doctor?" He was tremendously taken aback. "What for? Est-ce que je suis si malade? Mais rien de serieux. What need have we of outsiders?
They may find, besides and what will happen then? No, no, no outsiders and we'll be together." "Do you know," he said after a pause, "read me something more, just the first thing you come across." Sofya Matveyevna opened the Testament and began reading. "Wherever it opens, wherever it happens to open," he repeated. "'And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans..." "What's that? What is it?
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