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When Marianna, the same morning, came out of her room, she saw Nezhdanov dressed and sitting on the sofa. In one hand he held his head, the other lay weak and motionless on his knees. She went up to him.
'Good morning, Alexey.. . . You've not undressed? you've not slept? How pale you are!'
His heavy eyelids rose slowly.
'No, I didn't undress, I've not been asleep.'
'Are you ill, or is it the result of yesterday?'
Nezhdanov shook his head.
'I couldn't sleep after Solomin went into your room.'
'When.?'
'Yesterday evening.'
'Alexey, are you jealous? Well, that's something new! And what a time you've chosen to be jealous! He only stayed with me a quarter of an hour.. . . And we were talking about his cousin, the priest, and how to arrange our marriage.'
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