The Torrents of Spring by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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page 94 of 330 (28%)
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'GEMMA.'
Sanin read this note twice through. Oh, how touchingly sweet and beautiful her handwriting seemed to him! He thought a little, and turning to Emil, who, wishing to give him to understand what a discreet young person he was, was standing with his face to the wall, and scratching on it with his finger-nails, he called him aloud by name. Emil ran at once to Sanin. 'What do you want me to do?' 'Listen, my young friend...' 'Monsieur Dimitri,' Emil interrupted in a plaintive voice, 'why do you address me so formally?' Sanin laughed. 'Oh, very well. Listen, my dearest boy--(Emil gave a little skip of delight)--listen; _there_ you understand, there, you will say, that everything shall be done exactly as is wished--(Emil compressed his lips and nodded solemnly)--and as for me ... what are you doing to-morrow, my dear boy?' 'I? what am I doing? What would you like me to do?' 'If you can, come to me early in the morning--and we will walk about the country round Frankfort till evening.... Would you like to?' Emil gave another little skip. 'I say, what in the world could be jollier? Go a walk with you--why, it's simply glorious! I'll be sure to come!' |
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