But then, the fool won't go. Will
raise a rumpus."
"Or just to come upon the two of them together, somehow," he would
ponder further, "in some decisive pose... to raise a noise, make a
row... A noble gesture... a little money and... a getaway."
He now frequently, for several days, would not return home; and
afterwards, having come, would undergo torturesome hours of
feminine interrogations, scenes, tears, even hysterical fits.
Liubka would at times watch him in secret, when he went out of the
house; would stop opposite the entrance that he went into, and for
hours would await his return in order to reproach him and to cry
in the street. Not being able to read, she intercepted his letters
and, not daring to turn to the aid of the prince or Soloviev,
would save them up in her little cupboard together with sugar,
tea, lemon and all sorts of other trash. She had even reached the
stage when, in minutes of anger, she threatened him with sulphuric
acid.
"May the devil take her," Lichonin would ponder during the minutes
of his crafty plans. "It's all one, let there even be nothing
between them.
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