The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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'Yes, you do.' (She smiled ... I was seized with spiteful fury.) ...
'You pretend to be indifferent to a man and ... and you write letters to him,' I added in a whisper. Sophia's cheeks grew white, but she did not turn to me: she played the nocturne through to the end, got up, and closed the piano. 'Where are you going?' I asked her in some perplexity. 'You have no answer to make me?' 'What answer can I make you? I don't know what you 're talking about.... And I am not good at pretending....' She began putting by the music. The blood rushed to my head. 'No; you know what I am talking about,' I said, and I too got up from my seat; 'or if you like, I will remind you directly of some of your expressions in one letter: "be as careful as before"....' Sophia gave a faint start. 'I never should have expected this of you,' she said at last. 'I never should have expected,' I retorted, 'that you, Sophia Nikolaevna, would have deigned to notice a man who ...' Sophia turned with a rapid movement to me; I instinctively stepped back a little from her; her eyes, always half closed, were so wide open that they looked immense, and they glittered wrathfully under her frowning |
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