The Torrents Of Spring - Turgenev Ivan Sergeevich.pdf

ehind the counter of his shop he must
infallibly inspire respect even in his
customers! Of his supernatural honesty there
could never be a particle of doubt: one had
but to look at his stiffly starched collars! And
his voice, it appeared, was just what one would
expect; deep, and of a self-confident richness,
but not too loud, with positively a certain
caressing note in its timbre. Such a voice was
peculiarly fitted to give orders to assistants
under his control: 'Show the crimson Lyons
velvet!' or, 'Hand the lady a chair!'
Herr Klüber began with introducing himself;
as he did so, he bowed with such loftiness,
moved his legs with such an agreeable air,
and drew his heels together with such
polished courtesy that no one could fail to feel,
'that man has both linen and moral principles
of the first quality!' The finish of his bare right
hand--(the left, in a suede glove, held a hat
shining like a looking-glass, with the right
glove placed within it)--the finish of the right
hand, proffered modestly but resolutely to