“All in the story has different thoughts , but close ever nice in story ..I really the story the .... Somewhat reassured by his conversation with her and ashamed of his cowardice, Vaxin pulled the bedclothes over his head and shut his eyes. For about ten minutes he felt fairly comfortable, then the same nonsense came creeping back into his mind. . . . He swore to himself, felt for the matches, and without opening his eyes lighted a candle. But even the light was no use. To Vaxin s excited imagination it seemed as though someone were peeping round the corner and that his uncles eyes were moving. Ill ring her up again . . . damn the woman! he decided. Ill tell her Im unwell and ask for some drops. Vaxin rang. There was no response. He rang again, and as though answering his ring, he heard the church-bell toll the hour. Overcome with terror, cold all over, he jumped out of bed, ran headlong out of his bedroom, and making the sign of the cross and cursing himself for his cowardice, he fled barefoot in his night-shirt to the governesss room. Rosalia Karlovna! he began in a shaking voice as he knocked at her door, Rosalia Karlovna! . . . Are you asleep? . . . I feel . . . so . . . er . . . er . . . unwell. . . . Drops! . . .
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 05:31:35 +0000
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