and there'll be no one here to spy on you. Here under the window you have what the landlord calls a flower-garden, but I should call it a kitchen-garden; it lies right up against the wall, and hedges to right and left. A quiet little nook it is! Well, welcome a second time, dear young lady, and you too, Nezhdanov, welcome!'
He shook hands with them both. They stood motionless, not taking off their wraps, and with silent, half-bewildered, half-delighted emotion they looked straight before them.
'Well, what now?' Solomin began again. 'Take off your things! What baggage have you got?'
Marianna showed the bundle which she was still holding in her hand.
'This is all I have.'
'And my trunk and bag are still in the cart. But I'll go and get them directly.'
'Stand still, stand still.' Solomin opened the door. 'Pavel!' he shouted into the darkness of the staircase, 'run out, mate. There are some things in the cart . . . bring them up.'
'Directly,' they heard the voice of the ubiquitous Pavel.
Solomin turned to Marianna, who had flung off her shawl and was beginning to unbutton her cloak.
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