The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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‘Yes.’<br />
Gemma moved forward on the seat. <strong>The</strong> basket tottered, fell … a few<br />
cherries rolled on to the path. A minute passed by … another.<br />
‘Why did she tell you so?’ he heard her voice saying. Sanin as before<br />
could only see Gemma’s neck. Her bosom rose and fell more rapidly<br />
than before.<br />
‘Why? Your mother thought that as you and I, in a short time, have become,<br />
so to say, friends, and you have some confidence in me, I am in a<br />
position to give you good advice – and you would mind what I say.’<br />
Gemma’s hands slowly slid on to her knees. She began plucking at the<br />
folds of her dress.<br />
‘What advice will you give me, Monsieur Dimitri?’ she asked, after a<br />
short pause.<br />
Sanin saw that Gemma’s fingers were trembling on her knees… . She<br />
was only plucking at the folds of her dress to hide their trembling. He<br />
softly laid his hand on those pale, shaking fingers.<br />
‘Gemma,’ he said, ‘why don’t you look at me?’ She instantly tossed her<br />
hat back on to her shoulder, and bent her eyes upon him, confiding and<br />
grateful as before. She waited for him to speak… . But the sight of her<br />
face had bewildered, and, as it were, dazed him. <strong>The</strong> warm glow of the<br />
evening sun lighted up her youthful head, and the expression of that<br />
head was brighter, more radiant than its glow.<br />
‘I will mind what you say, Monsieur Dimitri,’ she said, faintly smiling,<br />
and faintly arching her brows; ‘but what advice do you give me?’<br />
‘What advice?’ repeated Sanin. ‘Well, you see, your mother considers<br />
that to dismiss Herr Klüber simply because he did not show any special<br />
courage the day before yesterday … ’<br />
‘Simply because?’ said Gemma. She bent down, picked up the basket,<br />
and set it beside her on the garden seat.<br />
‘That … altogether … to dismiss him, would be, on your part … unreasonable;<br />
that it is a step, all the consequences of which ought to be<br />
thoroughly weighed; that in fact the very position of your affairs imposes<br />
certain obligations on every member of your family … ’<br />
‘All that is mamma’s opinion,’ Gemma interposed; ‘those are her<br />
words; but what is your opinion?’<br />
‘Mine?’ Sanin was silent for a while. He felt a lump rising in his throat<br />
and catching at his breath. ‘I too consider,’ he began with an effort …<br />
Gemma drew herself up. ‘Too? You too?’<br />
‘Yes … that is … ’ Sanin was unable, positively unable to add a single<br />
word more.<br />
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