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How un-Russian she looked, thought Razumov. Her mother might have been a Jewess or an Armenian ordevil knew what. He reflected that a revolutionist is seldom true to the settled type. All revolt is the expression of strong individualismran his thought vaguely. One can tell them a mile off in any society, in any surroundings. It was astonishing that the police We shall not meet again very soon, I think, she was saying. I am leaving to-morrow. For Zürich? Razumov asked casually, but feeling relieved, not from any distinct apprehension, but from a feeling of stress as if after a wrestling match. Yes, Zürichand farther on, perhaps, much farther. Another journey. When I think of all my journeys! The last must come some day. Never mind, Razumov. We had to have a good long talk. I would have certainly tried to see you if we had not met. Peter Ivanovitch knows where you live? Yes. I meant to have asked himbut its better like this. You see, we expect two more men; and I had much rather wait here talking with you than up there at the house with Having cast a glance beyond the gate, she interrupted herself. Here they are, she said rapidly. Well, Kirylo Sidorovitch, we shall have to say good-bye, presently. |
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