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“
What
,
the
priest
?
I
don
’
t
want
him
.
You
haven
’
t
got
a
rouble
to
spare
.
I
have
no
sins
.
God
must
forgive
me
without
that
.
He
knows
how
I
have
suffered
.
.
.
.
And
if
He
won
’
t
forgive
me
,
I
don
’
t
care
!
”
She
sank
more
and
more
into
uneasy
delirium
.
At
times
she
shuddered
,
turned
her
eyes
from
side
to
side
,
recognised
everyone
for
a
minute
,
but
at
once
sank
into
delirium
again
.
Her
breathing
was
hoarse
and
difficult
,
there
was
a
sort
of
rattle
in
her
throat
.
“
I
said
to
him
,
your
excellency
,
”
she
ejaculated
,
gasping
after
each
word
.
“
That
Amalia
Ludwigovna
,
ah
!
Lida
,
Kolya
,
hands
on
your
hips
,
make
haste
!
Glissez
,
glissez
!
pas
de
basque
!
Tap
with
your
heels
,
be
a
graceful
child
!
“
Du
hast
Diamanten
und
Perlen
“
What
next
?
That
’
s
the
thing
to
sing
.
“
Du
hast
die
schönsten
Augen
Mädchen
,
was
willst
du
mehr
?
“
What
an
idea
!
Was
willst
du
mehr
?
What
things
the
fool
invents
!
Ah
,
yes
!
“
In
the
heat
of
midday
in
the
vale
of
Dagestan
.
“
Ah
,
how
I
loved
it
!
I
loved
that
song
to
distraction
,
Polenka
!
Your
father
,
you
know
,
used
to
sing
it
when
we
were
engaged
.
.
.
.
Oh
those
days
!
Oh
that
’
s
the
thing
for
us
to
sing
!
How
does
it
go
?
I
’
ve
forgotten
.
Remind
me
!
How
was
it
?
”
She
was
violently
excited
and
tried
to
sit
up
.
At
last
,
in
a
horribly
hoarse
,
broken
voice
,
she
began
,
shrieking
and
gasping
at
every
word
,
with
a
look
of
growing
terror
.
