The Torrents of Spring by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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'At half-past ten!' 'Well, then, you won't catch it now,' observed Gemma; 'you must stay ... and I will go on reading.' 'Have you paid the whole fare or only given a deposit?' Frau Lenore queried. 'The whole fare!' Sanin said dolefully with a gloomy face. Gemma looked at him, half closed her eyes, and laughed, while her mother scolded her: 'The young gentleman has paid away his money for nothing, and you laugh!' 'Never mind,' answered Gemma; 'it won't ruin him, and we will try and amuse him. Will you have some lemonade?' Sanin drank a glass of lemonade, Gemma took up Malz once more; and all went merrily again. The clock struck twelve. Sanin rose to take leave. 'You must stay some days now in Frankfort,' said Gemma: 'why should you hurry away? It would be no nicer in any other town.' She paused. 'It wouldn't, really,' she added with a smile. Sanin made no reply, and reflected that considering the emptiness of his purse, he would have no choice about remaining in Frankfort till he got an answer from |
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