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After having sent off the letter, I did not go out of the house all day, and pondered all the time on what might be happening at the Ratsches’.  I could not make up my mind to go there myself.  I could not help noticing though that my aunt was in a continual fidget; she ordered pastilles to be burnt every minute, and dealt the game of patience, known as ’the traveller,’ which is noted as a game in which one can never succeed.  The visit of an unknown lady, and at such a late hour, had not been kept secret from her:  her imagination at once pictured a yawning abyss on the edge of which I was standing, and she was continually sighing and moaning and murmuring French sentences, quoted from a little manuscript book entitled Extraits de Lecture.  In the evening I found on the little table at my bedside the treatise of De Girando, laid open at the chapter:  On the evil influence of the passions.  This book had been put in my room, at my aunt’s instigation of course, by the elder of her companions, who was called in the household Amishka, from her resemblance to a little poodle of that name, and was a very sentimental, not to say romantic, though elderly, maiden lady.  All the following day was spent in anxious expectation of Fustov’s coming, of a letter from him, of news from the Ratsches’ house...

though on what ground could they have sent to me?  Susanna would be more likely to expect me to visit her....  But I positively could not pluck up courage to see her without first talking to Fustov.  I recalled every expression in my letter to him....  I thought it was strong enough; at last, late in the evening, he appeared.

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He came into my room with his habitual, rapid, but deliberate step.  His face struck me as pale, and though it showed traces of the fatigue of the journey, there was an expression of astonishment, curiosity, and dissatisfaction—­emotions of which he had little experience as a rule.  I rushed up to him, embraced him, warmly thanked him for obeying me, and after briefly describing my conversation with Susanna, handed him the manuscript.  He went off to the window, to the very window in which Susanna had sat two days before, and without a word to me, he fell to reading it.  I at once retired to the opposite corner of the room, and for appearance’ sake took up a book; but I must own I was stealthily looking over the edge of the cover all the while at Fustov.  At first he read rather calmly, and kept pulling with his left hand at the down on his lip; then he let his hand drop, bent forward and did not stir again.  His eyes seemed to fly along the lines and his mouth slightly opened.  At last he finished the manuscript, turned it over, looked round, thought a little, and began reading it all through a second time from beginning to end.  Then he got up, put the manuscript in his pocket and moved towards the door; but he turned round and stopped in the middle of the room.