Because he was an ordinary man of
the world, a nobleman, and only became a monk afterwards. He had
seen a lot in his life. Then he again left the monks. But,
however, here's everything about him written in detail in front of
this book."
He read the biography of Abbe Prevost to her. Liubka heard it
through attentively, shaking her head with great significance;
asked over again about that which she did not understand in
certain places, and when he had finished she thoughtfully drawled
out:
"Then that's what he is! He's written it up awfully good. Only why
is she so low down? For he loves her so, with all his life; but
she's playing him false all the time."
"Well, Liubochka, what can you do? For she loved him too. Only
she's a vain hussy, and frivolous. All she wants is only rags, and
her own horses, and diamonds."
Liubka flared up and hit one fist against the other.
"I'd rub her into powder, the low-down creature? So that's called
her having loved, too! If you love a man, then all that comes from
him must be dear to you. He goes to prison, and you go with him to
prison.
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