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even nowin spite of its being three o'clock at night
and though Andrey Antonovitch was in a state of emotion such as she
had never seen him in before.
Pacing up and down in all directions over the rugs of her boudoirbeside
himselfhe poured out everythingeverythingquite disconnectedlyit's
truebut everything that had been rankling in his heartfor—“ it was
outrageous.” He began by saying that he was a laughing-stock to every
one and “was being led by the nose.”
“Curse the expression” he squealedat once catching her smile“let it
standit's true. . . . Nomadamthe time has come; let me tell you it's not
a time for laughter and feminine arts now. We are not in the boudoir of a
mincing ladybut like two abstract creatures in a balloon who have met
to speak the truth.” (He was no doubt confused and could not find the
right words for his ideashowever just they were.) “It is youmadamyou
who have destroyed my happy past. I took up this post simply for your
sakefor the sake of your ambition. . . . You smile sarcastically? Don't
triumphdon't be in a hurry. Let me tell youmadamlet me tell you that I
should have been equal to this positionand not only this position but a
dozen positions like itfor I have abilitie [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

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