But for a woman
there are neither laws nor limitations in this respect. This
observation was especially confirmed in Liubka. She was ready to
crawl before Lichonin with delight, to serve him as a slave; but,
at the same time, desired that he belong to her more than a table,
than a little dog, than a night blouse. And he always proved
wanting, always failing before the onslaught of this sudden love,
which from a modest little stream had so rapidly turned into a
river and had over-flowed its banks. And not infrequently he
thought to himself, with bitterness and a sneer:
"Every evening I play the role of the beauteous Joseph; still, he
at least managed to tear himself away, leaving his underwear in
the hands of the ardent lady; but when will I at last get free of
my yoke?"
And a secret enmity for Liubka was already gnawing him. All the
more and more frequently various crafty plans of liberation came
into his head. And some of them were to such an extent dishonest,
that, after a few hours, or the next day, Lichonin squirmed
inwardly from shame, recalling them.
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