I found out in the daytime."
"Do you know," quietly remarked Tamara, "I almost guessed about
this, and particularly then, when you went down on your knees
before the singer and talked quietly about something with her. But
still, my dear Jennechka, you must attend to yourself."
Jennka wrathfully stamped her foot and tore in half the batiste
handkerchief which she had been nervously crumpling in her hands.
"No! Not for anything! I won't infect any one of you. You may have
noticed yourself, that during the last weeks I don't dine at the
common table, and that I wash and wipe the dishes myself. That's
why I'm trying to break Manka away from me, whom, you know, I love
sincerely, in the real way. But these two-legged skunks I infect
purposely, infect every evening, ten, fifteen of them. Let them
rot, let them carry the syphilis on to their wives, mistresses,
mothers--yes, yes, their mothers also, and their fathers, and
their governesses, and even their grand-grandmothers. Let them all
perish, the honest skunks!"
Tamara carefully and tenderly stroked Jennka's head.
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