literally overjoyed. Her face became so happy I was frightened. âDonât be frightened, donât be frightened, death doesnât worry me at all.â She suddenly raised herself and leant on one elbow. âNow⦠well, now I can tell you that Iâm grateful to you from the bottom of my heart, that youâre a good, kind man and I love youâ¦â I stared at her like an idiot and I felt real fright, you know⦠âDo you hear what Iâm saying, I love youâ¦â âAlexandra Andreyevna, Iâm not worth it!â âNo, no, you donât understand me, you donât understandâ¦â And suddenly she stretched out her arms and seized me by the head and kissed me. Believe you me, I almost cried out. I flung myself on to my knees and buried my head in the pillows. She fell silent, her fingers quivering in my hair. I could hear her crying. I began comfortingher, trying to assure her â oh, I donât know what it was I said to her! I said: âYouâll wake up the maid, Alexandra Andreyevna⦠Thank you, thank you, believe me⦠now be quiet.â âThatâs enough of that, enough,â she went on saying. âGod be with them, let them all wake up, let them all come in here, I donât care, after all Iâm going to die⦠Whatâs wrong with you, why dâyou look so scared? Lift your head up⦠Or maybe you donât love me, maybe Iâve made a mistake?⦠In that case forgive me.â âAlexandra Andreyevna, whatâre you saying?⦠I love you, Alexandra Andreyevna.â She looked me straight in the eyes and opened her arms. âHold me, then.â Iâll tell you in all honesty I donât know how I didnât go mad that night. I felt that my sick girl was driving herself crazy. I could see she wasnât in her right mind and I realized that if she hadnât thought herself about to die she wouldnât have given me a single thought. You know, like it or not, itâs horrible to be dying at twenty-five years of age without ever having loved someone â and thatâs what was driving her crazy, thatâs why, out of desperation, sheâd chosen me⦠Do you see now what I mean? Well, she wouldnât let me out of her arms. âHave pity on me, Alexandra Andreyevna, and have pity on yourself,â I said. âWhy?â she said. âWhatâs pity got to do with it? After all Iâm going to die.â She repeated this again and again. âIf I knew Iâd be alive and again be a proper young lady, Iâd be ashamed, really ashamed⦠but itâs not like that, is it?â âBut who said youâre going to die?â âOh, no, enoughâs enough, you canât fool me, youâre a poor liar, youâve only got to look at yourself to see that.â âYou will live, Alexandra Andreyevna, Iâll cure you. Weâll ask your motherâs permission⦠and weâll get married and live happily ever after.â âNo, no, Iâve got your word for it, Iâve got to die⦠you promised me⦠you told meâ¦â It was a bitter thing for me, bitter for many reasons. You know how it is, sometimes little things happen which seem nothing at all, but they hurt. It occurred to her to ask me my name, not my surname but my forename. As bad luck would have it, Iâd been given the name Tripthong. Yes, yes, Tripthong, Tripthong Ivanych. In that household they all called me âdoctorâ. There was nothing to be done about it, so I said: âTripthong, milady.â She screwed up her eyes, shook her head and whispered something in French â oh, something impolite â and then laughed, which was also bad. Sothatâs how I spent practically the whole night with her. In the morning I left her room half out of my mind. I went back to her room in the afternoon, after tea. Oh, my God, oh, my God! I
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