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Oh, what a deep sigh of delight Sanin heaved, when he found himself in his room! Indeed, Maria Nikolaevna had spoken the truth, he needed rest, rest from all these new acquaintances, collisions, conversations, fro his head and his heart, fromatical, uninvited intimacy with a wo place? Almost the day after he had learnt that Gemma loved hie! A thousand tiiveness of his pure chaste dove, though he could not really bla; a thousand tiiven hi the business, for which he had come to Wiesbaden, to a speedy and successful conclusion, he would have rushed off headlong, back again, to sweet Frankfort, to that dear house, now his own home, to her, to throw himself at her loved feet But there was no help for it! The cup o to dinner, and froo to-ered hirateful transport he dreaether, of the happiness awaiting hie woman, this Madame Polozov persistently floated--no! not floated, poked herself, so Sanin with special vindictiveness expressed it--poked herself in and faced his eyes, and he could not rid hi her voice, recalling her words, could not help being aware even of the special scent, delicate, fresh and penetrating, like the scent of yellow lilies, that afted fro hiet over himwhat for? what did she want? Could it be merely the caprice of a spoiled, rich, and most likely unprincipled woman? And that husband! What a creature he was! What were his relations with her? And ould these questions keep co into his head, when he, Sanin, had really no interest whatever in either Polozov or his wife? Why could he not drive away that intrusive ie, clear and bright as God's sunshine? How, through those almost divine features, dare those others force themselves upon him? And not only that; those other features srey, rapacious eyes, those dimples, those snake-like tresses, hoas it all that see it away, he was unable, had not the power?