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The carriage wheels rumbled over the paved roads of Frankfort, and stopped at last before the hotel where Sanin was living. Escorted by his two companions, he went up the stairs, when suddenly a woman came with hurried steps out of the dark corridor; her face was hidden by a veil, she stood still, facing Sanin, wavered a little, gave a trembling sigh, at once ran down into the street and vanished, to the great astonishment of the waiter, who explained that ‘that lady had been for over an hour waiting for the return of the foreign gentleman.’ Momentary as was the apparition, Sanin recognised Gemma. He recognised her eyes under the thick silk of her brown veil. ‘Did Fräulein Gemma know, then?’… he said slowly in a displeased voice in German, addressing Emil and Pantaleone, who were following close on his heels. Emil blushed and was confused. ‘I was obliged to tell her all,’ he faltered; ‘she guessed, and I could not help it… . But now that’s of no consequence,’ he hurried to add eagerly, ‘everything has ended so splendidly, and she has seen you well and uninjured!’ Sanin turned away. ‘What a couple of chatterboxes you are!’ he observed in a tone of annoyance, as he went into his room and sat down on a chair. ‘Don’t be angry, please,’ Emil implored. ‘Very well, I won’t be angry’ – (Sanin was not, in fact, angry – and, after all, he could hardly have desired that Gemma should know nothing about it). ‘Very well … that’s enough embracing. You get along now. I want to be alone. I’m going to sleep. I’m tired.’ ‘An excellent idea!’ cried Pantaleone. ‘You need repose! You have fully earned it, noble signor! Come along, Emilio! On tip-toe! On tip-toe! Sh – sh – sh!’ When he said he wanted to go to sleep, Sanin had simply wished to get rid of his companions; but when he was left alone, he was really aware of considerable weariness in all his limbs; he had hardly closed his eyes all the preceding night, and throwing himself on his bed he fell immediately into a sound sleep. 56
XXIII He slept for some hours without waking. Then he began to dream that he was once more fighting a duel, that the antagonist standing facing him was Herr Klüber, and on a fir-tree was sitting a parrot, and this parrot was Pantaleone, and he kept tapping with his beak: one, one, one! ‘One … one … one!’ he heard the tapping too distinctly; he opened his eyes, raised his head … some one was knocking at his door. ‘Come in!’ called Sanin. The waiter came in and answered that a lady very particularly wished to see him. ‘Gemma!’ flashed into his head … but the lady turned out to be her mother, Frau Lenore. Directly she came in, she dropped at once into a chair and began to cry. ‘What is the matter, my dear, good Madame Roselli?’ began Sanin, sitting beside her and softly touching her hand. ‘What has happened? calm yourself, I entreat you.’ ‘Ah, Herr Dimitri, I am very … very miserable!’ ‘You are miserable?’ ‘Ah, very! Could I have foreseen such a thing? All of a sudden, like thunder from a clear sky … ’ She caught her breath. ‘But what is it? Explain! Would you like a glass of water?’ ‘No, thank you.’ Frau Lenore wiped her eyes with her handkerchief and began to cry with renewed energy. ‘I know all, you see! All!’ ‘All? that is to say?’ ‘Everything that took place to-day! And the cause … I know that too! You acted like an honourable man; but what an unfortunate combination of circumstances! I was quite right in not liking that excursion to Soden … quite right!’ (Frau Lenore had said nothing of the sort on the day of the excursion, but she was convinced now that she had foreseen ‘all’ even then.) ‘I have come to you as to an honourable man, as to a friend, though I only saw you for the first time five days ago… . But you know I am a widow, a lonely woman… . My daughter … ’ Tears choked Frau Lenore’s voice. Sanin did not know what to think. ‘Your daughter?’ he repeated. ‘My daughter, Gemma,’ broke almost with a groan from Frau Lenore, behind the tear-soaked handkerchief, ‘informed me to-day that she would not marry Herr Klüber, and that I must refuse him!’ 57
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The Torrents Of Spring Turgenev, Iv
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‘Years of gladness, Days of joy,
Page 5 and 6: I It was the summer of 1840. Sanin
Page 7 and 8: ‘But meanwhile Emil will die!’
Page 9 and 10: ‘He is saved, mother, he is alive
Page 11 and 12: Roselli pointed to his portrait, pa
Page 13 and 14: much ado and accompanying himself w
Page 15 and 16: illustrissimo maestro Rossini - in
Page 17 and 18: ‘The whole fare!’ Sanin said do
Page 19 and 20: VIII He had not finished dressing,
Page 21 and 22: IX Emil, who had continued to stand
Page 23 and 24: presence of the ladies of the house
Page 25 and 26: XI The bell tinkled at the outer do
Page 27 and 28: XII It appeared that Gemma was not
Page 29 and 30: carrying with him the image of the
Page 31 and 32: powerful whiff of the most refined
Page 33 and 34: mirthfulness of the company; he beg
Page 35 and 36: muttered something unintelligible,
Page 37 and 38: embarrassed by his presence - Gemma
Page 39 and 40: and all that’s left is that I am
Page 41 and 42: XVIII An hour later the waiter came
Page 43 and 44: single-triggered and not rifle-barr
Page 45 and 46: to leave off, and for the first tim
Page 47 and 48: XX It was bright starlight when he
Page 49 and 50: XXI It was quite morning when he fe
Page 51 and 52: ‘Your return,’ moaned Emil - an
Page 53 and 54: The old man looked dejectedly at hi
Page 55: arm with Baron Dönhof. And afterwa
Page 59 and 60: you… .’ And Frau Lenore half ro
Page 61 and 62: ‘Oh, come! I have not been expose
Page 63 and 64: ‘Very well,’ said Gemma. ‘If
Page 65 and 66: that I cannot give you any advice
Page 67 and 68: XXVI At eight o’clock next mornin
Page 69 and 70: morning, in one of the public garde
Page 71 and 72: to say, which could compare, in imp
Page 73 and 74: XXVIII Sanin walked along, at one t
Page 75 and 76: ‘But, Gemma,’ cried Sanin, ‘d
Page 77 and 78: XXIX If Gemma had announced that sh
Page 79 and 80: XXX The transition from despair to
Page 81 and 82: ‘Come, that’s nonsense, nonsens
Page 83 and 84: XXXI Sanin woke up very early. He f
Page 85 and 86: ordered with intense care a very la
Page 87 and 88: ‘There’s one means,’ Polozov
Page 89 and 90: argaining with her. I shall tell he
Page 91 and 92: XXXIII It takes less than an hour i
Page 93 and 94: flew up another man, also very well
Page 95 and 96: But Gemma’s image preserved Sanin
Page 97 and 98: XXXV The free and easy deportment o
Page 99 and 100: ‘I should be satisfied with a few
Page 101 and 102: XXXVI Long after midnight the lamp
Page 103 and 104: avenues of the park, now mounting a
Page 105 and 106: XXXVII Sanin proceeded to expound h
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XXXVIII Oh, what a deep sigh of del
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much as her diamonds; she seemed in
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XXXIX In the year 1840, the theatre
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Maria Nikolaevna suddenly turned to
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‘Yes, Dimitri Pavlovitch,’ she
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XL The play lasted over an hour lon
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faith in its pressure. What sort of
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She seemed so happy that Sanin was
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XLII This track soon changed into a
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and plunged into a rather narrow go
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The same day, two hours later, Sani
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that smile he knows already, the sm
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probably know her husband’s addre
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We will not attempt to describe the
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continues today to seem as fresh an
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