To the silent question in Tamara's eyes Jennie made a wry face of
disgust, shivered with her back and nodded her head affirmatively.
"He's gone... Brrr! ..."
Platonov was looking at Jennie with extraordinary attentiveness.
He distinguished her from the rest of the girls and almost
respected her for her abrupt, refractory, and impudently mocking
character. And now, turning around occasionally, by her flaming,
splendid eyes, by the vividly and unevenly glowing unhealthy red
of her cheeks, by the much bitten parched lips, he felt that her
great, long ripening rancour was heavily surging within the girl
and suffocating her. And it was then that he thought (and
subsequently often recalled this) that he had never yet seen
Jennie so radiantly beautiful as on this night. He also noticed,
that all the men present in the private cabinet, with the
exception of Lichonin, were looking at her--some frankly, others
by stealth and as though in passing--with curiosity and furtive
desire. The beauty of this woman, together with the thought of her
altogether easy accessibility, at any minute, agitated their
imagination.
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