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Suicide? No, to a proud man like Semyonov that's a miserable confession of weakness. How they'd laugh at him, these other despicable human beings, if he did that! He'd prove himself as weak as they. No, that's not for him. What then? "This is a fantastic world, Bohun, and nothing is impossible for it.
Now isn't that all incredible after the day that I've had? Where do the things join? What's all that got to do with the horrors I've been through to-day, with the Forest, the cholera, Marie, Semyonov.... With all that's happening in Europe? With this mad earthquake of a catastrophe? And yet one thinks of such silly things.
But we mustn't let our nerves go. We've simply got to work and think about nothing at all think about nothing at all." I don't believe that he heard me. "Semyonov?" he said slowly. "What did he do?" "He was very quiet," I answered. "He didn't say anything. He looked awful." "Yes. She snapped her fingers at him anyway. He couldn't keep her for all his bullying."
And the other thing that stiffened him was his hatred for Semyonov. Hatred may seem too fierce a word for the emotion of any one as mild and gentle as Trenchard and yet hatred at this time it was. He seemed no longer afraid of Semyonov and there was something about him now which surprised the other man.
Vera and your friend Lawrence have been in love with one another since their first meeting, and my dear nephew-in-law Markovitch knows it." "That's impossible," I cried. "He " "No," Semyonov replied, "I was wrong. He does not know it he suspects. And my nephew-in-law in a state of suspicion is a delightful study." By now we were in a narrow street, so dark that we stumbled at every step.
Trenchard looked down at him, hating his square, stolid composure, his thick thighs, his fair beard, his ironical eyes. "You're a beastly man!" he thought. "How long are you going to be with us, do you think?" asked Semyonov. "Don't know depends on so many things." "Why don't you go back to England? They want soldiers." "Wouldn't pass my eyesight."
I was awakened by a rough hand on my shoulder to find it dark beyond the windows and Semyonov watching me impatiently: "Come, get up! It's time for us to start," and then moved out. I was conscious that I was cold and irritable. I looked back with surprised contempt to my earlier dramatic emotions.
The Revolution had had no effect on him at all; it did not seem strange to him that Semyonov should come to live with them; he had indeed fancied that Nicholas had not "been very well" lately, but then Nicholas had always been an odd and cantankerous fellow, and he, as he told me, never paid too much attention to his moods.
I don't know whether Semyonov felt her innocence and youth I expect he considered very little beside the plans that he had then in view.... and innocence had never been very interesting to him. He spoke to her just as a kind, wise, thoughtful uncle ought to speak to a niece caught up into her first love-affair.
"It pretty well killed him," I said rather fiercely. "Look here, Trenchard. Don't think of yourself or of her. Every one's in it now. There isn't any personality about it. We've simply got to do our best and not think about it. It's thinking that beats one if one lets it." "Semyonov ... Semyonov," he repeated to himself, smiling. "No, he had not power over her."
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