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Show Elf 'l‘llli l).\lll\' lt‘ttlt‘l'h'l‘ MARIE IVANOVNA 243 liel‘ore, l laughed. drove the little devil into his wage, l0t‘l(0d it. dropped the llllt'li eurtaitt in trout oil it. l elainted the eompauy ot' .\l. l"l‘;!llt‘t|l\'rl£1llllll(‘5. lie has a delightt‘ul poem altout doulteys and as I read it I regained my trantpiillity. I was asleep; my eyes closed; the hook fell from my hand. Some one near me seemed to repeat in the air the words: Robinson Crusoe passa par Amsterdam (JP crois. dllr mains, qu'il y passe) (In rcrenant lt la‘gitts: De I‘ile ombreuse. . . . "De l'ile ombrcase" . . . "Robinson Crusoe passe" . . . [oral/1ft] fat/«Ira alter i‘I‘I‘N lot/x. (1 mon Dime fatten One ('I‘ soil [or ttrt iottr m1 tr! twin/[noon I'oitdt'oitltt. ('ltttisil' Hit Jt t/vstl‘t. must "no l'/ltllllll [Hit/f tl/lt/. in l' (4‘ [t' [is lt't tats. (It/HUN it Hit [Ital-I‘ll. Alt I'ui‘telisz oft Mort t‘H [r11 in tour its I‘toilts. Jt‘ [tl‘t/Hll‘tll. Hit/II [Milo/l it N/H' ll] f/I‘tI/tt/t l was rocked in the hot golden air. deeply, without dreams. . . . I. slept heavily, l was awakened by a cold fierce apprehension of terror. )‘Iill/t‘ 1 sat up, stared slowly around me with the sure, eertain eonJ‘tt'ui rt jt‘ t/i/‘tu' aim' tlIHN. nos aunts: Jc' SitiN I‘vl‘tl/H‘Uis Jill/tmtb‘ If [1' t'tlta‘ ("or 2'] Hill (1 [N15 d‘v'oft-r an [net/x (11/ (Ill I'lll'lltlllo'. {on III. In Jt' ltur (lil'tti: l'tmz. dour tin/is till (it! Nell. I'attt'ns (Nth? t-lu'rirs «Int t/‘ttn. {trust/av Minutemen! rl'oreilles, ('ltasse: [is NIUIICIH‘S Matt‘s. [rs maps 1'! Its abet/It's . . . That ltrought t'autluillity l):t(‘l{ to me. poemhhis "Amsterdam." i found another vietion that some dr‘adt'ttl thing had oeeurred. 'l‘he oreha rd was as it had been-the sun, lower now, shone through the green b'anehes. All was still and even, as I listened 1 hard the sharp eraek of the hall upon the hat breaking the evening air. My heart had simply eeased to heat. i remember that with a hand that tremhled l pieked up the hook that was lying open on the grass and read. without understanding them. the words. Les maisons [JOI'IIZZH'S on! I‘uir vie [)I‘/ZI‘]H')‘. 0n dirait Qu'elles fro/(bent lies- mtits tits miss-mar qtti s'o'mbrutlillt'flt Duns {e r'iv'l son! [mm/it's (‘Ultl/Ht' (It's townie/res see/it's Au milieu (1e rerrlure. ll" )‘tlj/t'. (11' I‘Ulltltt', I remember that i said, out aloud: "Something's happened," then turning saw Hemyonov‘s faee. I realised nothing save his fate with its pale square l) ‘ard and red lips, trained there by the shining green and, De Iiurengs sears. dt‘ peaur (It; motile/ts t't t1e bouille. lrlue. lie stood there. without moving, staring at me, and Robinson ('rtlsoe' passe par Amsterdam the memory of his eyes even now as i write of it hurts (-le eroia do mains qtt'i/ .t/ puss"! (in rereaant De Z‘ile ombreuxrx t't rerlt: uttr noiJ' d:- wee fl'utcites. me physit-ally so that my own eyes close. Queile (motion 1'! tlttl (ll'utr (Illa/HI [I lit ltliI‘P Les portes (Mort/it's. aur [Ultrtls murtraaw, de 06116 1311161 - ~ Regardait-ii etu‘icuseme/it Yes r'ntresols Ott les commie eerirmtt 183 litres (In comptes? Eut-il Curie de [ileurer en resonymnl A son t-hrr permquel, :2 son [our/1 perusal, (Jui l'abritait dens l'ile attristec et Clemente? - - - That was perhaps the worst moment of my life, that eorr trontation of Semyonov. He stood the!" as though carved in stone this tignre had always the still elear outline ot' finite or wood t. i realised nothing ol' his hotly -l simply >a\\' his eves, that were staring straight in front of him, that were lilazing with pain. and yet were hlind. lie looked past the and. if one had not seen the live agony of his eyes, |