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"What affair is it of yours, my charming maidens?" repeated Ostrov after her. "I have a well-founded suspicion that you are acquainted with Mr. Trirodov, and I therefore hope that you'll tell me something about him." "You had better not hope," said Elisaveta. "And why not?" observed Ostrov in a familiar tone. "He's an old acquaintance of mine. In years gone by we lived, drank, and roamed together.
"Why did Poltinin kill the Chief of Police?" Ostrov resumed his stupid snigger, and said: "It's a matter of very delicate politics. That means, it simply had to be done. I won't tell you why. Indeed, I couldn't tell you if I really wished to. I don't know myself, I can only venture to guess. But what is a guess worth?"
His portmanteaus were corded at the back of the sledge; he jumped up into the seat behind the driver, pulled the fur rug over his legs, and said, "Drive to the Vassili Ostrov, 52, Ulitsa Nicolai." The driver gave a peculiar cry, cracked his whip half a dozen times, making a noise almost as loud as the discharge of a pistol, and the horse went off at a sharp trot.
Trirodov is doing behind his walls." "Nonsense!" said Elisaveta in vexation. "In any case, I'm only joking," said Ostrov, suddenly changing his tone. He was listening intently. Some one was coming towards them. The sisters recognized Piotr and walked quickly to meet him. From their haste and flustered manner Piotr understood that the man was distasteful to them.
It was lit up by a lamp from a distance, the reflection of which was directed straight towards Ostrov, so that he could see only the smooth grey slabs of stone under his feet. It was altogether dark on either side of the path, and it was impossible to know whether a wall was there or trees. There was nothing for him to do but to walk straight on.
And quite suddenly I lost sight of him, and now quite as suddenly I've found him again. Naturally, I'm interested. As an old friend, you see!" "Now, look here," said Elisaveta, "we do not wish to converse with you. You had better go where you were going. We know nothing that would interest you and we have nothing to say to you." "So that's it!" said Ostrov, with an insolent smile.
Bavarian troops under the command of Prince Leopold carried the forts of the outer and inner lines of the city's defenses, where the rear guards of the Russian troops made a tenacious resistance. The German armies under Gen. von Scholz and Gen. von Gallwitz advanced in the direction of the road between Lomza, Ostrov and Vyszkoy and fought a number of violent engagements.
What sort of demand is this? 'I mean what I say, says the other chap. 'Otherwise, he says, 'I will put your eldest son in gaol. I can prove that your eldest son has had something to do with the murder of the gallant Chief of Police." "They give?" asked Trirodov. "Some give, some escort you out of the door," replied Ostrov. "A lovely crowd!" observed Trirodov contemptuously.
Trirodov, who interests me immensely." Elena laughed, perhaps somewhat dissemblingly, in order to hide her agitation and fear. "Perhaps we don't live hereabouts," she said. Ostrov whistled. "Very likely, isn't it, that you've come all the way from Moscow with your bare little feet," he shouted angrily. "We cannot tell you anything that can interest you," said Elena coldly.
They were not far from their own house when they suddenly came upon Ostrov in the woods. He seemed to be on the look-out for something as he walked. When he saw the sisters he turned aside and stood behind the trees; then he strode forward quickly and faced them with an unexpected suddenness that made Elena shudder and Elisaveta frown.
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