He showed and waved above his head a folded sheet of paper.
Sanin leaped up from the sofa and snatched it out of Emil's hand. Passion was working too powerfully within him: he had no thought of reserve now, nor of the observance of a suitable demeanour—even before this boy, her brother. He would have been scrupulous, he would have controlled himself—if he could!
He went to the window, and by the light of a street lamp which stood just opposite the house, he read the following lines:—
'I beg you, I beseech you—don't come to see us, don't show yourself all day to-morrow. It's necessary, absolutely necessary for me, and then everything shall be settled. I know you will not say no, because . . .
Sanin read this note twice through. Oh, how touchingly sweet and beautiful her handwriting seemed to him! He thought a little, and turning to Emil, who, wishing to give him to understand what a discreet young person he was, was standing with his face to the wall, and scratching on it with his finger-nails, he called him aloud by name.
Emin ran at once to Sanin. 'What do you want me to do?'
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