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Only there's one thing," he pursued aloud: "the wife our lady's picked out for you is an unlucky choice." "Why, who is she, permit me to inquire?" "Tatiana." "Tatiana?" And Kapiton opened his eyes, and moved a little away from the wall. "Well, what are you in such a taking for? . . . Isn't she to your taste, hey?" "Not to my taste, do you say, Gavrila Andreitch?
Then he rushed up to her, brought her back to the house with Vassilissa's help, put her in her armchair and sent for the doctor. Vassilissa fell on her knees before her mistress. "Little mother! Tatiana Markovna," she begged, "come back to us. Make the sign of the Cross." Tatiana Markovna crossed herself, sighed, and signed that she could not speak and wanted something to drink.
Marfinka became still more embarrassed, returned his greeting awkwardly, and retired to a corner. "You have both gone mad," interrupted their aunt. "Is that the way to greet one another?" "Marfa Vassilievna," said Raisky, as he sought to kiss Marfinka's hand. "Vassilievna!" cried Tatiana Markovna. "Don't you love her any more? Marfinka, not Marfa Vassilievna!
"You came to me to ask me what you should decide," began Tatiana Markovna with some hesitation, as she did not yet understand why Vera had read her the letters. She was incensed at Mark's audacity, and feared that Vera herself might be seized with a return of her passion. For these reasons she concealed her anxiety. "It was not for that that I came to you, Grandmother.
When Tiet Nikonich and Paulina Karpovna took leave, the lady said that she had left orders with no one to fetch her, and that she hoped someone would accompany her, looking towards Raisky as she spoke. Tiet Nikonich expressed himself ready to see her home. "Egorka could have taken her," whispered Tatiana Markovna. "Why didn't she stay at home; she was not invited."
He laid on a chair with his hat a bunch of cornflowers and a packet carefully done up in a handkerchief. "Good-day, Tatiana Markovna; Good-day, Marfa Vassilievna," he cried. He kissed the old lady's hand, and would have raised Marfinka's to his lips, but she pulled it away, though he found time to snatch a hasty kiss from it.
"Thank you, I am already quite hungry," said Vera quickly, without knowing what she said. Tatiana Markovna kissed her, and stroked her hair, remarking casually that one of the maids should come and do her room, as she might have a visitor. Tatiana Markovna returned sadly to the house.
For a moment she caught sight of her expression, and sank horrified on the floor, but she pulled herself up again, ran from one window to the other, and stretched her hands out towards her grandmother. Then she rushed through the wide empty hall of the old house in a wild desire to follow Tatiana Markovna, but she realised in time that it would have killed her aunt if she approached her just now.
Raisky came closer, and held his breath as he listened to Tatiana Markovna's heavy sighs, and then heard her whisper, "My sin." With her hands above her head she walked hastily on, until she came to the bank of the river and stood still. The wind wound her dress round her ankles, disordered her hair, and tugged at her shawl, but she noticed nothing.
You will stay with me, Marfa Egorovna, to-day, to-morrow, all the week." "But since you are so angry with Marfa Vassilievna and my son, who does indeed deserve to be punished?" The wrinkles in Tatiana Markovna's face faded, and her eyes gleamed with joy. She threw her shawl and cap on the divan. "I can't keep it up any longer!" she exclaimed. "Take off your hat and mantilla.
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