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His wide dark eyes, looking out of his pale face, brought Ostrov into a state of painful dread. He lowered himself slowly into the chair near the writing-table. His head felt giddy. Then a strange mood of nonchalance and submission took possession of him.

They engaged him in religious and patriotic conversations and invited him to drink with them. Poltinin and Potseluychikov were also well received in the monastery. Strange threads are woven into the relations of people at times. Although Piotr Matov met Ostrov under unfriendly circumstances, Ostrov managed to scrape up an acquaintance even with him.

He walked forward about ten paces, when he came upon a wall twice as high as the side walls. It had a massive oak door; an electric bell-button shone very white on one side. Ostrov rang once more. The bell-button was very cold, almost icy, to the touch. A sensation of chill passed down his whole body. A round window, like a dim, motionless, observing eye, was visible high above the door.

In short, it soon became impossible to recognise in him the modest student who once laboured so fervently in his garret in the Vasílievskü Ostrov.

"Then again, my dear chap, I've come for something else. In fact, you've guessed what I've come for. You've been a psychologist ever since I can remember." "What is it you want?" asked Trirodov. "Can't you guess?" said Ostrov, winking his eye. "No," replied Trirodov dryly. "In that case there's nothing left for me to do but to tell you straight: I need money."

Ostrov burst into laughter and said with unpleasant familiarity: "It may not be necessary, but it would be interesting." The sisters walked on rapidly, but he did not desist. They thought him repulsive. There was something alarming in his obtrusiveness. "You evidently live hereabouts, fair ladies," continued Ostrov; "I will therefore venture to ask you what you know about Mr.

"I do not take up my time with calumnies," said Zherbenev dryly. "Oh, I beg your pardon. But I'll not intrude upon you any longer. I'm very grateful for the pleasant conversation and for the interesting information." Ostrov left them. Kerbakh and Zherbenev quietly discussed him. "What a strange-looking man! Quite a beast!" "Yes, what a character! I shouldn't like to meet him alone in the woods."

"Only half a second," said Tchartkóff, in the wistful and beseeching voice of a child. But the lady was disinclined to comply. She promised him a longer sitting another time. "Horridly annoying!" said Tchartkóff to himself; "just as my hand was getting in." And he remembered that no one had ever interrupted him, when he worked in his painting-room in the Vasílievskü Ostrov.

"Why didn't you write and tell me that you wished to see me?" "How should I know that you were here?" growled Ostrov surlily. "Nevertheless, you found out," said Trirodov, with a vexed smile. "Found out quite by accident on the float," replied Ostrov. "Heard you mentioned in conversation. I don't think you'll care to know what they said." He gave an insinuating smile.

"No," answered Trirodov, "I do not intend to fool you. You will get your money tomorrow." Ostrov came at the same hour next evening. This time he was led into Trirodov's study. "Well," asked Ostrov rather impudently, "do you mean to give me the money? Or will you play the same farce once more?"

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