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should be a witness of this!” he repeated thoughtlessly, without entering into the scene of disorder around him. He was full of recollections of that time when he had once seen her short skirt and the black silhouette of her foot delicately enclosed in a little slipper!… And listening again to her breath, and never taking his gaze from her face, he stroked her body once more with his hand. Then he listened and drew his hand farther along her body.
“What is it?” he cried loudly, choked with despair and jumped aside with fear. In a moment Tenaida’s face appeared indistinctly before his eyes and then disappeared again.
Here was the girl with whom he had so recently walked, and he remembered how he had spoken about infinity, and he could not understand everything; he endeavoured to realize the meaning of all
