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'What?'

'Will, his oill, and it gives pohich is better than liberty Knoill, and you will be free, and will lead'

'My father, before all, and above all, desired to live, and lived Perhaps he had a presenti to enjoy the 'savour' of life: he died at forty-two

I describedat the Zasyekins' minutely to my father Half attentively, half carelessly, he listened toin the sand with his cane Now and then he laughed, shot bright, droll glances at me, and spurred me on with short questions and assents At first I could not bring myself even to utter the na, and began singing her praises My father still laughed; then he grew thoughtful, stretched, and got up I remembered that as he came out of the house he had ordered his horse to be saddled He was a splendid horse in the most vicious horses

'Shall I come with you, father?' I asked

'No,' he answered, and his face resumed its ordinary expression of friendly indifference 'Go alone, if you like; and tell the coach'

He turned his back on me and walked rapidly away I looked after hi along beside the fence; he went into the Zasyekins'

He stayed there not more than an hour, but then departed at once for the town, and did not return ho

After dinner I went -roo -needle, and suddenly asked me, could I copy a petition for her

'With pleasure,' I replied, sitting down on the edge of a chair

'Only er,' observed the princess, handing me a dirty sheet of paper; 'and couldn't you do it to-day, ood sir?'

'Certainly, I will copy it to-day'

The door of the next room was just opened, and in the crack I saw the face of Zina&iu carelessly back; she stared atchilly eyes, and softly closed the door

'Zina, Zina!' called the old lady Zinaïda made no response I took ho over it