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Stchemilov's loud voice rang out: "Comrades, attention. I propose comrade Abram as chairman." "Agreed, agreed," came suppressed voices from every side. Comrade Abram took his place on a high stump of a hewn-down tree. The speeches began. Elisaveta was nervous until it came her turn to speak. She was troubled with pain and fear because she knew that Trirodov would hear her.
Kirsha held his father's hand and said sadly: "There have been many detectives of late poking their noses about here. What can they want here? It's almost certain they will make a search of Svetilovitch's house to-night I have a presentiment." "That's nothing," said Trirodov with a smile, "we have got used to everything.
Elisaveta shivered. "What a wicked person you are! Why do you think that?" said Elisaveta reproachfully. The ragged one glanced at her crossly, and looked fixedly into her deep blue eyes; then he said with a broad smile: "Why am I wicked? And are you two good? Wicked or not, the thing is to be just. But I may tell you, sir, that I like you," he said as he turned suddenly to Trirodov.
They felt a keen elation at having penetrated this mysterious house they were as happy as schoolgirls at the thought of having infringed the commonly accepted rules of good society in coming here. As they entered one room of the house Elena exclaimed: "What a strange room!" "A magic room," said Trirodov with a smile.
"A thief?" asked Trirodov abruptly. Ostrov smiled almost consciously, and said: "Not exactly a thief, still one's got to be careful with him. An able man in his way." Ostrov's eyes assumed a frankly insolent expression. Trirodov asked: "What sort of relation has he to this article in your budget?" "We send him out to the rich men of the place." "To blackmail them?" asked Trirodov.
Piotr and Rameyev arrived at Trirodov's together. Rameyev more than once said to Piotr that he had been very rude to Trirodov, and that he ought to smooth out matters somehow. Piotr agreed very unwillingly. Once more they talked about the war. Trirodov asked Rameyev: "I think you see only a political significance in this war." "And do you disagree with me?" asked Rameyev.
"They ought not to go with us unless we call them." "Shall we call them?" asked Kirsha joyously. "We shall call one. Which one would you like?" Kirsha, after some thought, said: "Grisha." "Very well, we'll call Grisha," said Trirodov. He turned in the direction of the swings, and called out: "Grisha!"
He began quite bluntly about the illegal digging up of Egorka's grave. Trirodov said: "Surely it was impossible to leave a live boy to suffocate in a grave." The Captain replied in a rather austere voice: "You should have notified the Prior of the cemetery church of your suspicions. He would have done all there was to be done."
His face bore an expression of apathetic readiness to do everything that he might be commanded to do by some one stronger than himself whose will had conquered his. Trirodov looked attentively at Ostrov and said: "Well, tell me what I want to know. I wish to hear from your own lips what you are doing here, and what you are up to.
Once on the spot, he thought that some opportunity of informing the bishop would occur to him. But as this visit was very unpleasant to him, he delayed it a very long time. Trirodov at last realized that he was in love with Elisaveta. He knew too well the nature of this delicious and painful emotion. It had come again and once more filled the world with light.
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