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The Torrents of Spring by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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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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