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His hands, too, were so white and handsome, and he wiped them on such a sumptuous, gold-striped Indian bandana! WHO does not know what a German dinner is like? Watery soup with knobby dumplings and pieces of cinnamon, boiled beef dry as cork, with white fat attached, slimy potatoes, soft beetroot and mashed horseradish, a bluish eel with French capers and vinegar, a roast joint with jam, and the inevitable "Mehlspeise," something of the nature of a pudding with sourish red sauce; but to make up, the beer and wine first-rate!

With just such a dinner the tavern-keeper at Soden regaled his customers. The dinner, itself, however, went off satisfactorily. But at least everything was decorous and seemly. After dinner, coffee was served, thin, reddish, typically German coffee. But at this point suddenly something occurred, unexpected, and decidedly unpleasant, and even unseemly!

At one of the tables near were sitting several officers of the garrison of the Maine. From their glances and whispering together it was easy to perceive that they were struck by Gemma's beauty; one of them, who had probably stayed in Frankfort, stared at her persistently, as at a figure familiar to him; he obviously knew who she was. He suddenly got up, and glass in hand--all the officers had been drinking hard, and the cloth before them was crowded with bottles--approached the table at which Gemma was sitting.

He was a very young flaxen-haired man, with a rather pleasing and even attractive face, but his features were distorted with the wine he had drunk, his cheeks were twitching, his blood-shot eyes wandered, and wore an insolent expression. His companions at first tried to hold him back, but afterwards let him go, interested apparently to see what he would do, and how it would end.

Slightly unsteady on his legs, the officer stopped before Gemma, and in an unnaturally screaming voice, in which, in spite of himself, an inward struggle could be discerned, he articulated, "I drink to the health of the prettiest confectioner in all Frankfort, in all the world he emptied his glass , and in return I take this flower, picked by her divine little fingers! At first she was astonished, alarmed, and turned fearfully white.

The officer must have been confused by this look; he muttered something unintelligible, bowed, and walked back to his friends. They greeted him with a laugh, and faint applause. Unheard of! Unheard of impertinence! Emil was simply shaking with rage. We will go inside, in the tavern! Gemma rose in silence; he offered her his arm, she gave him hers, and he walked into the tavern with a majestic step, which became, with his whole bearing, more majestic and haughty the farther he got from the place where they had dined.

Poor Emil dragged himself after them. As he uttered these words, Sanin threw his visiting-card on the table, and at the same moment hastily snatched Gemma's rose, which one of the officers sitting at the table had dropped into his plate.

Sanin replied with a short bow, and hurriedly returned to his friends. Gemma too said nothing to Sanin, she did not even look at him; from her knitted brows, from her pale and compressed lips, from her very immobility it could be seen that she was suffering inwardly. Only Emil obviously wanted to speak to Sanin, wanted to question him; he had seen Sanin go up to the officers, he had seen him give them something white--a scrap of paper, a note, or a card.

The poor boy's heart was beating, his cheeks burned, he was ready to throw himself on Sanin's neck, ready to cry, or to go with him at once to crush all those accursed officers into dust and ashes! He controlled himself, however, and did no more than watch intently every movement of his noble Russian friend.

The coachman had at last harnessed the horses; the whole party seated themselves in the carriage. He especially insisted on the point that they had been wrong in not following his advice when he suggested dining in a shut-up summer-house. There no unpleasantness could have occurred! He added, however, that h e personally had the greatest respect for authority, and never. Then he made a few general observations on morality and immorality, good-breeding, and the sense of dignity.

Towards the end of the drive she was positively wretched, and though, as before, she did not address a word to Sanin, she suddenly flung an imploring glance at him. This miserable partie de plaisir came to an end at last. As he helped Gemma out of the carriage at the confectionery shop, Sanin without a word put into her hand the rose he had recovered.

She flushed crimson, pressed his hand, and instantly hid the rose. He did not want to go into the house, though the evening was only just beginning. She did not even invite him. Moreover Pantaleone, who came out on the steps, announced that Frau Lenore was asleep. Emil took a shy good-bye of Sanin; he felt as it were in awe of him; he greatly admired him.

The well-regulated German, for all his self-confidence, felt awkward. And indeed every one felt awkward. But in Sanin this feeling of awkwardness soon passed off. It was replaced by a vague, but pleasant, even triumphant feeling.

He walked up and down his room, whistling, and not caring to think about anything, and was very well pleased with himself. Sanin made haste to put on his coat, and told him to ask him up. Herr Richter turned out, contrary to Sanin's expectation, to be a very young man, almost a boy. He tried to give an expression of dignity to his beardless face, but did not succeed at all: he could not even conceal his embarrassment, and as he sat down on a chair, he tripped over his sword, and almost fell.

Sanin replied that he did not mean to apologise, but was ready to give him satisfaction. Then Herr von Richter, still with the same hesitation, asked with whom, at what time and place, should he arrange the necessary preliminaries. Sanin answered that he might come to him in two hours' time, and that meanwhile, he, Sanin, would try and find a second.

Herr von Richter got up and began to take leave. I will talk to your second," he broke off, and went away. Sanin dropped into a chair directly he had gone, and stared at the floor. How is it my life has taken such a turn all of a sudden?

All the past, all the future has suddenly vanished, gone,--and all that's left is that I am going to fight some one about something in Frankfort. My little cucumber! My little love! Dance with me, my little dove! And he laughed and hummed as she used to: "O my lieutenant!

Dance with me, little dove! Sanin took the note, mechanically, as they say, tore it open, and read it. Gemma wrote to him that she was very anxious--about he knew what--and would be very glad to see him at once. Sanin glanced at the old Italian, and pondered. A sudden idea flashed upon his brain. For the first instant it struck him as too absurd to be possible.

Well, an officer has just this minute left me. That scoundrel challenges me to a duel. I have accepted his challenge. But I have no second. Will you be my second? Pantaleone started and raised his eyebrows so high that they were lost under his overhanging hair. Pantaleone looked down. In that way you have shown yourself to be a real galant'uomo.

But I must consider your proposal. The daughter of my benefactor is involved in this. And, therefore, I ought, I am bound, to reflect! In an hour, in three-quarters of an hour, you shall know my decision.

Sanin took a sheet of paper, wrote on it, "Set your mind at rest, dear friend; in three hours' time I will come to you, and everything shall be explained. I thank you from my heart for y our sympathy," and handed this sheet to Pantaleone. He put it carefully into his side-pocket, and once more repeating "In an hour!

Great heart! Nobil giovanotto! Gran cuore! Sanin looked after him. But his eyes wandered in vain over the lines: he understood nothing. AN hour later the waiter came in again to Sanin, and handed him an old, soiled visiting-card, on which were the following words: "Pantaleone Cippatola of Varese, court singer cantante di camera to his Royal Highness the Duke of Modena"; and behind the waiter in walked Pantaleone himself.

He had changed his clothes from top to toe. In his right hand he carried a black beaver hat, in his left two stout chamois gloves; he had tied his cravat in a taller and broader bow than ever, and had stuck into his starched shirt-front a pin with a stone, a so-called "cat's eye.

A smell of garments long laid by, a smell of camphor and of musk hung about the whole person of the old man; the anxious solemnity of his deportment must have struck the most casual spectator! Sanin rose to meet him. Do you want to fight to the death? I will not for any consideration take back my words--but I am not a bloodthirsty person! But come, wait a little, my opponent's second will be here directly. I will go into the next room, and you can make arrangements with him.

Believe me I shall never forget your kindness, and I thank you from my heart. A cheap soul, and that's all about it! As for the conditions of the duel, I am your second, and your interests are sacred to me! When I lived in Padua there was a regiment of the white dragoons stationed there, and I was very intimate with many of the officers! I was quite familiar with their whole code. And I used often to converse on these subjects with your principe Tarbuski too.

Is this second to come soon? Pantaleone got up, looked at his watch, straightened his topknot of hair, and hurriedly stuffed into his shoe an end of tape which was sticking out below his trouser-leg, and the young sub-lieutenant came in, as red and embarrassed as ever. Sanin presented the seconds to each other. Richter, sous-lieutenant, M. Cippatola, artiste! Oh, what would he have said had any one whispered to him at that instant that the "artist" presented to him was also employed in the culinary art!

But Pantaleone assumed an air as though taking part in the preliminaries of duels was for him the most everyday affair: probably he was assisted at this juncture by the recollections of his theatrical career, and he played the part of second simply as a part. Both he and the sub-lieutenant were silent for a little.

Let us come to business! He flung himself on the bed and began thinking of Gemma. It was conducted in the French language; both maltreated it mercilessly, each after his own fashion. To Sanin's horror, he suddenly proceeded to talk of a certain young lady, an innocent maiden, whose little finger was worth more than all the officers in the world.

The sub-lieutenant at first made him no reply, but presently an angry quiver could be heard in the young man's voice, and he observed that he had not come there to listen to sermonising. The pistols to be single-triggered and not rifle-barrelled. Bravo giovanotto! You will be victor!

A few minutes later they both set off to the Rosellis' shop. Sanin, as a preliminary measure, had exacted a promise from Pantaleone to keep the affair of the duel a most profound secret. In reply, the old man had merely held up his finger, and half closing his eyes, whispered twice over, Segredezza!

He was obviously in good spirits, and even walked with a freer step. All these unusual incidents, unpleasant though they might be, carried him vividly back to the time when he himself both received and gave challenges--only, it is true, on the stage. Baritones, as we all know, have a great deal of strutting and fuming to do in their parts.

Gemma met Sanin in the shop; tried to say something and could not. Her lips were trembling a little, while her eyes were half-closed and turned away. He made haste to soothe her by the assurance that the whole affair had ended. Her sick headache had passed off but she was in a depressed state of mind. She gave him a smile of welcome, but warned him at the same time that he would be dull with her to-day, as she was not in a mood to entertain him.

He sat down beside her, and noticed that her eyelids were red and swollen. I felt very low all of a sudden. I thought of Giovanni Battista. Then how quickly it had all passed away. I have grown old, my friend, and I can't reconcile myself to that anyhow. I feel I'm just the same as I was. But you will get old too, my friend, and will find out how bitter it is! Sanin tried to comfort her, spoke of her children, in whom her own youth lived again, even attempted to scoff at her a little, declaring that she was fishing for compliments.

He proposed a game of tresette, and he could have thought of nothing better. She agreed at once and seemed to get more cheerful. Sanin played with her until dinner-time and after dinner Pantaleone too took a hand in the game. Never had his topknot hung so low over his forehead, never had his chin retreated so far into his cravat! Every movement was accompanied by such intense solemnity that as one looked at him the thought involuntarily arose, "What secret is that man guarding with such determination?

During the whole of that day he tried in every possible way to show the profoundest respect for Sanin; at table, passing by the ladies, he solemnly and sedately handed the dishes first to him; when they were at cards he intentionally gave him the game; he announced, apropos of nothing at all, that the Russians were the most great-hearted, brave, and resolute people in the world!

And he was not so much surprised at Signora Roselli's unexpected state of mind, as at the way her daughter behaved to him. It was not that she avoided him. Then she came in again, and again seated herself in some corner, and sat without stirring, seeming meditative and perplexed. Frau Lenore herself noticed at last, that she was not as usual, and asked her twice what was the matter. So passed all that long day, neither gaily nor drearily--neither cheerfully nor sadly.

Had Gemma been different--Sanin. But as he did not once succeed in getting a word with Gemma, he was obliged to confine himself to striking minor chords on the piano for a quarter of an hour before evening coffee. The time came for Sanin too to retire. He began saying good-bye to Gemma. He recollected for some reason Lensky's parting from Olga in Onegin.

He pressed her hand warmly, and tried to get a look at her face, but she turned a little away and released her fingers. IT was bright starlight when he came out on the steps. What multitudes of stars, big and little, yellow, red, blue and white were scattered over the sky! They seemed all flashing, swarming, twinkling unceasingly.

There was no moon in the sky, but without it every object could be clearly discerned in the half-clear, shadowless twilight. Sanin walked down the street to the end. He did not want to go home at once; he felt a desire to wander about a little in the fresh air.

He turned back and had hardly got on a level with the house, where was the Rosellis' shop, when one of the windows looking out on the street, suddenly creaked and opened; in its square of blackness--there was no light in the room--appeared a woman's figure, and he heard his name--"Monsieur Dimitri! He rushed at once up to the window. She was leaning with her elbows on the window-sill, bending forward. Gemma was forced to stop at this word.

She could not go on; something extraordinary happened at that instant. All of a sudden, in the midst of the profound stillness, over the perfectly unclouded sky, there blew such a violent blast of wind, that the very earth seemed shaking underfoot, the delicate starlight seemed quivering and trembling, the air went round in a whirlwind. The wind, not cold, but hot, almost sultry, smote against the trees, the roof of the house, its walls, and the street; it instantaneously snatched off Sanin's hat, crumpled up and tangled Gemma's curls.

Sanin's head was on a level with the window-sill; he could not help clinging close to it, and Gemma clutched hold of his shoulders with both hands, and pressed her bosom against his head. The roar, the din, and the rattle lasted about a minute. Like a flock of huge birds the revelling whirlwind darted revelling away. A profound stillness reigned once more. Sanin raised his head and saw above him such an exquisite, scared, excited face, such immense, large, magnificent eyes--it was such a beautiful creature he saw, that his heart stood still within him, he pressed his lips to the delicate tress of hair, that had fallen on his bosom, and could only murmur, "O Gemma!

She sighed, looked around behind her into the room, and with a rapid movement pulling the now faded rose out of her bodice, she threw it to Sanin. But already the window had slammed-to, and through the dark pane nothing could be seen, no trace of white. IT was quite morning when he fell asleep. And no wonder! In the blast of that instantaneous summer hurricane, he had almost as instantaneously felt, not that Gemma was lovely, not that he liked her--that he had known before.

As suddenly as that blast of wind, had love pounced down upon him. And then this senseless duel! He began to be tormented by mournful forebodings. And even suppose they didn't kill him. What could come of his love for this girl, another man's betrothed? Even supposing this "other man" was no danger, that Gemma herself would care for him, or even cared for him already.

What would come of it? How ask what! Such a lovely creature! He walked about the room, sat down to the table, took a sheet of paper, traced a few lines on it, and at once blotted them out. He recalled Gemma's wonderful figure in the dark window, in the starlight, set all a-fluttering by the warm hurricane; he remembered her marble arms, like the arms of the Olympian goddesses, felt their living weight on his shoulders.

Then he took the rose she had thrown him, and it seemed to him that its half-withered petals exhaled a fragrance of her, more delicate than the ordinary scent of the rose. Russians are always beforehand with their enemies! I have engaged the best carriage in Frankfort! He'll bring a doctor too. Pantaleone was obviously putting a good face on it as he had done the day before; but when he was seated in the carriage with Sanin, when the coachman had cracked his whip and the horses had started off at a gallop, a sudden change came over the old singer and friend of Paduan dragoons.

He began to be confused and positively faint-hearted. Something seemed to have given way in him, like a badly built wall. I'm a madman! All was going on so quietly, so well. I should think not indeed! And yet. Diavolo, diavolo! It was an exquisite morning. The streets of Frankfort, which were just beginning to show signs of life, looked so clean and snug; the windows of the houses glittered in flashes like tinfoil; and as soon as the carriage had driven beyond the city walls, from overhead, from a blue but not yet glaring sky, the larks' loud trills showered down in floods.

Suddenly at a turn in the road, a familiar figure came from behind a tall poplar, took a few steps forward and stood still. Sanin looked more closely. The carriage had got up to Emil. Sanin told the coachman to stop the horses, and called the "wretched boy" up to him. Emil approached with hesitating steps, pale as he had been on the day he fainted. He could scarcely stand. His teeth were chattering as in a fever.

Emil, please, go home! Listen to me, my dear! You say you love me. Well, I beg you! Emil bent forward, sobbed, pressed it to his lips, and darting away from the road, ran back towards Frankfort across country. The old man shrank into the corner of the carriage. He was conscious of his fault; and moreover, he felt more and more bewildered every instant; could it really be he who was acting as second, who had got horses, and had made all arrangements, and had left his peaceful abode at six o'clock?

Besides, his legs were stiff and aching. Sanin thought it as well to cheer him up, and he chanced on the very thing, he hit on the right word. Where is il antico valor? Signor Cippatola drew himself up and scowled "Il antico valor? He put himself in a dignified attitude, began talking of his career, of the opera, of the great tenor Garcia--and arrived at Hanau a hero. THE copse in which the duel was to take place was a quarter of a mile from Hanau.

Sanin and Pantaleone arrived there first, as the latter had predicted; they gave orders for the carriage to remain outside the wood, and they plunged into the shade of the rather thick and close-growing trees. They had to wait about an hour.

The time of waiting did not seem particularly disagreeable to Sanin; he walked up and down the path, listened to the birds singing, watched the dragonflies in their flight, and like the majority of Russians in similar circumstances, tried not to think.

He only once dropped into reflection; he came across a young lime-tree, broken down, in all probability by the squall of the previous night. It was unmistakably dying. As for Pantaleone, he was grumbling, abusing the Germans, sighing and moaning, rubbing first his back and then his knees.

He even yawned from agitation, which gave a very comic expression to his tiny shrivelled-up face. Sanin could scarcely help laughing when he looked at him. They heard, at last, the rolling of wheels along the soft road. A heavy dew drenched the grass and leaves, but the sultry heat penetrated even into the wood. Both the officers quickly made their appearance under its arched avenues; they were accompanied by a little thick-set man, with a phlegmatic, almost sleepy, expression of face--the army doctor.

He carried in one hand an earthenware pitcher of water--to be ready for any emergency; a satchel with surgical instruments and bandages hung on his left shoulder. It was obvious that he was thoroughly used to such excursions; they constituted one of the sources of his income; each duel yielded him eight gold crowns--four from each of the combatants.

Do you hear? The old man looked dejectedly at him, and nodded his head affirmatively. But God knows whether he understood what Sanin was asking him to do. The combatants and the seconds exchanged the customary bows; the doctor alone did not move as much as an eyelash; he sat down yawning on the grass, as much as to say, "I'm not here for expressions of chivalrous courtesy.

And Herr von Richter proceeded to act. He picked out in the wood close by a very pretty clearing all studded with flowers; he measured out the steps, and marked the two extreme points with sticks, which he cut and pointed. He took the pistols out of the case, and squatting on his heels, he rammed in the bullets; in short, he fussed about and exerted himself to the utmost, continually mopping his perspiring brow with a white handkerchief.

Pantaleone, who accompanied him, was more like a man frozen. During all these preparations, the two principals stood at a little distance, looking like two schoolboys who have been punished, and are sulky with their tutors. But at this point Herr von Richter observed to Pantaleone that it was his duty, as the senior second, according to the rules of the duel, to address a final word of advice and exhortation to be reconciled to the combatants, before uttering the fatal "one!

Pantaleone, who had already succeeded in obliterating himself behind a bush, so as not to see the offending officer at all, at first made out nothing at all of Herr von Richter's speech, especially, as it had been delivered through the nose, but all of a sudden he started, stepped hurriedly forward, and convulsively thumping at his chest, in a hoarse voice wailed out in his mixed jargon: "A la la la.

Che bestialita! Che diavolo? Andata a casa! The latter promptly ducked behind the bush again, and from there, all huddled together, his eyes screwed up, and his head turned away, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Una.

The first shot was Sanin's, and he missed. His bullet went ping against a tree. That's out of order. He moved uneasily, and hesitatingly held out his hand. Sanin went rapidly up to him and shook it. Both the young men looked at each other with a smile, and both their faces flushed crimson.

When he had exchanged bows with the officers, and taken his seat in the carriage, Sanin certainly felt all over him, if not a sense of pleasure, at least a certain lightness of heart, as after an operation is over; but there was another feeling astir within him too, a feeling akin to shame. The duel, in which he had just played his part, struck him as something false, a got-up formality, a common officers' and students' farce.

And afterwards when Pantaleone had paid him the four crowns due to him. Yes, Sanin was a little conscience-smitten and ashamed. Could he have left the young officer's insolence unrebuked? He had stood up for Gemma, he had championed her. Not so Pantaleone--he was simply in his glory!

He was suddenly possessed by a feeling of pride. A victorious general, returning from the field of battle he has won, could not have looked about him with greater self-satisfaction. Sanin's demeanour during the duel filled him with enthusiasm. He called him a hero, and would not listen to his exhortations and even his entreaties. He compared him to a monument of marble or of bronze, with the statue of the commander in Don Juan! For himself he admitted he had been conscious of some perturbation of mind, "but, of course, I am an artist," he observed; "I have a highly-strung nature, while you are the son of the snows and the granite rocks.

Almost at the same place in the road where two hours before they had come upon Emil, he again jumped out from behind a tree, and, with a cry of joy upon his lips, waving his cap and leaping into the air, he rushed straight at the carriage, almost fell under the wheel, and, without waiting for the horses to stop, clambered up over the carriage-door and fairly clung to Sanin.

I could not! I waited for you here. Tell me how was it? With great verbosity, with evident pleasure, Pantaleone communicated to him all the details of the duel, and, of course, did not omit to refer again to the monument of bronze and the statue of the commander. He even rose from his seat and, standing with his feet wide apart to preserve his equilibrium, folding his arm on his chest and looking contemptuously over his shoulder, gave an ocular representation of the commander--Sanin!

Emil listened with awe, occasionally interrupting the narrative with an exclamation, or swiftly getting up and as swiftly kissing his heroic friend. The carriage wheels rumbled over the paved roads of Frankfort, and stopped at last before the hotel where Sanin was living. Escorted by his two companions, he went up the stairs, when suddenly a woman came with hurried steps out of the dark corridor; her face was hidden by a veil, she stood still, facing Sanin, wavered a little, gave a trembling sigh, at once ran down into the street and vanished, to the great astonishment of the waiter, who explained that "that lady had been for over an hour waiting for the return of the foreign gentleman.

He recognised her eyes under the thick silk of her brown veil. But now that's of no consequence," he hurried to add eagerly, "everything has ended so splendidly, and she has seen you well and uninjured! You get along now. I want to be alone.

I'm going to sleep. I'm tired. You have fully earned it, noble signor! Come along, Emilio! On tip-toe! When he said he wanted to go to sleep, Sanin had simply wished to get rid of his companions; but when he was left alone, he was really aware of considerable weariness in all his limbs; he had hardly closed his eyes all the preceding night, and throwing himself on his bed he fell immediately into a sound sleep.

HE slept for some hours without waking. Could I have foreseen such a thing? All of a sudden, like thunder from a clear sky. And the cause. I know that too! You acted like an honourable man; but what an unfortunate combination of circumstances! I was quite right in not liking that excursion to Soden. But you know I am a widow, a lonely woman. My daughter.

Tears choked Frau Lenore's voice. Sanin did not know what to think. And what is he to be refused for? Because he did not defend his betrothed? Allowing that was not very handsome on his part, still, he's a civilian, has not had a university education, and as a solid business man, it was for him to look with contempt on the frivolous prank of some unknown little officer. And what sort of insult was it, after all, Herr Dimitri?

You're quite another matter; you are, like all Russians, a military man. She sighed, waved her hands, unwound her handkerchief again, and blew her nose. Simply from the way in which her distress expressed itself, it could be seen that she had not been born under a northern sky. It's utterly inconsistent! And now I am to send him away! But what are we going to live on? At one time we were the only people that made angel cakes, and nougat of pistachio nuts, and we had plenty of customers; but now all the shops make angel cakes!

Only consider; even without this, they'll talk in the town about your duel. And all of a sudden, the marriage broken off! It will be a scandal, a scandal! Gemma is a splendid girl, she loves me; but she's an obstinate republican, she doesn't care for the opinion of others. You're the only person that can persuade her! That's why I have come to you; I could not think of anything else to do!

You are so clever, so good! You have fought in her defence. She will trust you! She is bound to trust you--why, you have risked your life on her account! You will make her understand, for I can do nothing more; you make her understand that she will bring ruin on herself and all of us. You saved my son--save my daughter too! God Himself sent you here. I am ready on my knees to beseech you.

He restrained her. Sanin was utterly nonplussed. It was the first time in his life he had had to deal with any one of ardent Italian blood. The result is certain to be excellent. Any way, I can do nothing more! She won't listen to me! She's her father all over, Giovanni Battista! Wilful girl! She will mind you. Are you coming soon? Oh, my dear Russian friend!

Sanin brought Signora Roselli a glass of water, gave her his word of honour that he would come directly, escorted her down the stairs to the street, and when he was back in his own room, positively threw up his arms and opened his eyes wide in his amazement. And it's whirling so that I'm giddy. What a day it had been! His lips murmured unconsciously: "Wilful. And advise her what? Sanin, really, was giddy, and above all this whirl of shifting sensations and impressions and unfinished thoughts, there floated continually the image of Gemma, the image so ineffaceably impressed on his memory on that hot night, quivering with electricity, in that dark window, in the light of the swarming stars!

His heart was beating violently; he distinctly felt, and even heard it thumping at his side. What should he say to Gemma, how should he begin? He went into the house, not through the shop, but by the back entrance. In the little outer room he met Frau Lenore. She was both relieved and scared at the sight of him. Mind, I rely on you! Gemma was sitting on a garden-seat near the path, she was sorting a big basket full of cherries, picking out the ripest, and putting them on a dish.

The sun was low--it was seven o'clock in the evening--and there was more purple than gold in the full slanting light with which it flooded the whole of Signora Roselli's little garden. From time to time faintly audibly, and as it were deliberately, the leaves rustled, and belated bees buzzed abruptly as they flew from one flower to the next, and somewhere a dove was cooing a never-changing, unceasing note.

Gemma had on the same round hat in which she had driven to Soden. She peeped at Sanin from under its turned-down brim, and again bent over the basket. Sanin went up to Gemma, unconsciously making each step shorter, and. You know the round sweet tarts we sell? As she said those words, Gemma bent her head still lower, and her right hand with two cherries in her fingers was suspended in the air between the basket and the dish.

Sanin placed himself beside her. But Gemma got him out of his difficulty. I suppose for you danger does not exist? I have not been exposed to any danger. Everything went off very satisfactorily and inoffensively. Gemma passed her finger to right and to left before her eyes.

Also an Italian gesture. You won't deceive me! Pantaleone has told me everything! And all that on my account. I shall never forget it. He could now see her delicate pure profile, and it seemed to him that he had never seen anything like it, and had never known anything like what he was feeling at that instant.

His soul was on fire. She did not turn to him, she went on sorting the cherries, carefully taking them by their stalks with her finger-tips, assiduously picking out the leaves. But what a confiding caress could be heard in that one word, "What? She vanished altogether under her hat; nothing could be seen but her neck, supple and tender, as the stalk of a big flower. Gemma moved forward on the seat. The basket tottered, fell.

A minute passed by. Sanin as before could only see Gemma's neck. Her bosom rose and fell more rapidly than before. Your mother thought that as you and I, in a short time, have become, so to say, friends, and you have some confidence in me I am in a position to give you good advice--and you would mind what I say. Sanin saw that Gemma's fingers were trembling on her knees. She was only plucking at the folds of her dress to hide their trembling.

He softly laid his hand on those pale, shaking fingers. She waited for him to speak. But the sight of her face had bewildered, and, as it were, dazed him. The warm glow of the evening sun lighted up her youthful head, and the expression of that head was brighter, more radiant than its glow. She bent down, picked up the basket, and set it beside her on the garden seat.

He felt a lump rising in his throat and catching at his breath. I will tell mamma. I will think again. Here she is, by the way, coming here. Frau Lenore did in fact appear in the doorway leading from the house to the garden. She was in an agony of impatience; she could not keep still.

According to her calculations, Sanin must long ago have finished all he had to say to Gemma, though his conversation with her had not lasted a quarter of an hour. I will tell you, I will write to you. He pressed Gemma's hand, jumped up from the seat, and to Frau Lenore's great amazement, rushed past her, and raising his hat, muttered something unintelligible--and vanished.

The latter suddenly got up and hugged her. Can you? And till to-morrow not a word? She burst into sudden happy tears, incomprehensible to herself. This surprised Frau Lenore, the more as the expression of Gemma's face was far from sorrowful,--rather joyful in fact. We must both wait a little. Don't ask me anything till to-morrow--and let us sort the cherries before the sun has set.

She began to make up little bunches of cherries, holding them high above her flushed face. She did not wipe away her tears; they had dried of themselves. Almost running, Sanin returned to his hotel room. He felt, he knew that only there, only by himself, would it be clear to him at last what was the matter, what was happening to him.

And so it was; directly he had got inside his room, directly he had sat down to the writing-table, with both elbows on the table and both hands pressed to his face, he cried in a sad and choked voice, "I love her, love her madly! An instant more. Now when he thought of her, she did not appear to him with blazing curls in the shining starlight; he saw her sitting on the garden-seat, saw her all at once tossing back her hat, and gazing at him so confidingly.

He remembered the rose which he had been carrying about in his pocket for three days: he snatched it out, and pressed it with such feverish violence to his lips, that he could not help frowning with the pain. Now he considered nothing, reflected on nothing, did not deliberate, and did not look forward; he had done with all his past, he leaped forward into the future; from the dreary bank of his lonely bachelor life he plunged headlong into that glad, seething, mighty torrent--and little he cared, little he wished to know, where it would carry him, or whether it would dash him against a rock!

No more the soft-flowing currents of the Uhland song, which had lulled him not long ago. These were mighty, irresistible torrents! They rush flying onwards--and he flies with them. He took a sheet of paper, and without blotting out a word, almost with one sweep of the pen, wrote as follows This passion has flamed up in me suddenly, but with such force that I can find no words for it! When your mother came to me and asked me, it was still only smouldering in me, or else I should certainly, as an honest man, have refused to carry out her request.

The confession I make you now is the confession of an honest man. You ought to know whom you have to do with--between us there should exist no misunderstandings. You see that I cannot give you any advice. I love you, love you, love you--and I have nothing else--either in my head or in my heart!! When he had folded and sealed this note, Sanin was on the point of ringing for the waiter and sending it by him.

By Emil? Besides, it's dark by now, and he has probably left the shop. With a satchel under his arm, and a roll of papers in his hand, the young enthusiast was hurrying home. Sanin cut short his transports, handed him the note, and explained to whom and how he was to deliver it. Emil listened attentively. You will bring me the answer, won't you? I will stay at home. Sanin went back home, and without lighting a candle, flung himself on the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and abandoned himself to those sensations of newly conscious love, which it is no good even to describe.

One who has felt them knows their languor and sweetness; to one who has felt them not, one could never make them known. 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 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. Emil ran at once to Sanin. Sanin laughed. Listen, my dearest boy-- Emil gave a little skip of delight --listen; there you understand, there, you will say, that everything shall be done exactly as is wished-- Emil compressed his lips and nodded solemnly --and as for me.

Would you like to? Emil gave another little skip. Go a walk with you--why, it's simply glorious! I'll be sure to come! Don't say there that I asked you to come for the whole day. Sanin walked up and down the room a long while, and went late to bed. He gave himself up to the same delicate and sweet sensations, the same joyous thrill at facing a new life.

Sanin was very glad that the idea had occurred to him to invite Emil to spend the next day with him; he was like his sister. But most of all, he marvelled how he could have been yesterday other than he was to-day. It seemed to him that he had loved Gemma for all time; and that he had loved her just as he loved her to-day. AT eight o'clock next morning, Emil arrived at Sanin's hotel leading Tartaglia by a string. Had he sprung of German parentage, he could not have shown greater practicality.

He had told a lie at home; he had said he was going for a walk with Sanin till lunch-time, and then going to the shop. After drinking coffee, the two friends set off together--on foot, of course--to Hausen, a little village lying a short distance from Frankfort, and surrounded by woods.

The whole chain of the Taunus mountains could be seen clearly from there. The weather was lovely; the sunshine was bright and warm, but not blazing hot; a fresh wind rustled briskly among the green leaves; the shadows of high, round clouds glided swiftly and smoothly in small patches over the earth.

The two young people soon got out of the town, and stepped out boldly and gaily along the well-kept road. They reached the woods, and wandered about there a long time; then they lunched very heartily at a country inn; then climbed on to the mountains, admired the views, rolled stones down and clapped their hands, watching the queer droll way in which the stones hopped along like rabbits, till a man passing below, unseen by them, began abusing them in a loud ringing voice.

Then they lay full length on the short dry moss of yellowish-violet colour; then they drank beer at another inn; ran races, and tried for a wager which could jump farthest. They discovered an echo, and began to call to it; sang songs, hallooed, wrestled, broke up dry twigs, decked their hats with fern, and even danced. Tartaglia, as far as he could, shared in all these pastimes; he did not throw stones, it is true, but he rolled head over heels after them; he howled when they were singing, and even drank beer, though with evident aversion; he had been trained in this art by a student to whom he had once belonged.

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Can a landlord prevent a tenant from smoking weed even if it is legal in the state? What if they have a medical marijuana card? Can they evict you for doing something that is completely legal? While the rules governing weed are some of the most dynamic and changing of any set of rules in the country, it is still never good to give your landlord a reason to kick you out or give you a bad reference.

A landlord has two objectives. The first is to make a profit on his apartment complex business. The first obligation is to themselves to make money, and the second is to their tenants to provide them with a safe, peaceful place to live. I wrote an article on a similar note in regards to Vaping in your apartment if you want to check it out.

Almost every apartment lease is going to have some provision in it about prohibiting the use of illicit drugs. Marijuana falls into the cracks in the lease on this one. The states allow landlords to decide how they want to handle it, but still, it is always better to be safe than sorry. A Sploof is a little device that you exhale the smoke into while you are smoking.

The easiest way to make one of these is to take an empty toilet paper roll. Get it, then get a couple of drier sheets and tape or rubber band them over one end of the toilet paper tube. Some of them even have a sock taped over the end of the drier sheet for extra filter action I guess. Why would I research about Sploofs and tell people how to make one? Because I own an apartment complex, and the last thing I want is for people to be damaging my walls and carpets due to a ton of smoke going on.

And if a Sploof is going to help keep my walls and carpet clean, I know that the other thing it is going to do is prevent other tenants from smelling it as well. So, it is a win-win. Now, obviously we all know that cigarette smoke is much more destructive than vaping is. By a long shot. In comparison, vaping has virtually zero ramifications in comparison to cigarettes. The answer is, if they are logical, they would. In the same way, if there are ways in which people, who are going to do what they are going to do, can do those things with the absolute MINIMAL damage to the apartment and nuisance to other people around them, then that would be the optimal situation.

But if you are already doing it, you may find this information helpful. Well, cigarettes are legal. Can you smoke them in your apartment? If your landlord prohibits smoking of any kind, then yep, you can be evicted for smoking, even if it is outside of your apartment. When you are in an apartment owned by a private person or a company, it is their property. That means they can make whatever rules they want for the people living on their property.

Personally, I keep cigarette buckets outside the buildings of my apartment complex. Heck, no!! I am just making it so the outside of my apartment buildings stay free of cigarette butts. So, what are all the ways you can prevent your apartment from smelling like weed? You already know you have an affinity for the bud, what are you going to do about not being found out about your habit?

We have already gone over what a Sploof consists of above. It is essentially just a tube with some drier sheets attached to one end to collect the smoke as you exhale. This is a good way to stop the smell of smoke from permeating the walls and carpet of your apartment. Your landlord is not going to know you were doing anything inside your apartment if you keep everything to a minimum.

Things You'll Need. Related Articles. Article Summary. Method 1. All rights reserved. This image may not be used by other entities without the express written consent of wikiHow, Inc. Keep the smoke contained. Part of covering up the smell of smoke will involve keeping it contained. If the smoke drifts out of your room there is a chance that someone will smell it.

Make sure any place smoke could escape through is completely covered up before smoking in your room. If you have any vents in your room cover them with a towel. Cracks under your door can release smoke from your room. These can be covered with a towel as well. Use air fresheners. Although the smell of smoke can be quite strong, introducing other scents in your room can help cover smoke up.

These air fresheners won't likely remove the smell of smoke but they will make it less obvious. Review some of the following scents you can use to help mask the scent of smoke in your room: Deodorizing sprays will work best to cover up the smell of smoke in your room. Air fresheners or scented air sprays can help mask the smell of smoke. Burning incense can make the smell of other smoke less distinct. Don't overuse them as this can actually cause people to become suspicious. Clean yourself up.

Although you may have kept the smell of smoke out of the air in your bedroom it will likely still cling to you. The smoky smell can stick to your hands, hair, and clothes and will be noticeable on your breath. Even if your room doesn't smell like smoke you should still make sure you yourself don't smell like it before going out. Make sure your clothes don't smell like smoke.

If your clothes smell consider changing them. Your breath will likely smell like smoke. Use mouth wash, brush your teeth, or at least eat a mint before leaving your room. You may want to shower after having a smoke to get the smell out of your hair.

Switch to e-cigarettes or vaporizers. Cigarettes give off a highly noticeable smell that can get you caught if you are smoking indoors. Switching to vaporizers or e-cigarettes can remove the smell of smoke, allowing you to smoke indoors without much worry of being discovered. Method 2. Gather your materials. A sploof is a tube capped with a dryer sheet that will turn the smell of your smoke into the smell of fresh laundry.

The first step in building your sploof will require you to gather the necessary materials. Collect the following items to build your sploof: Find a cardboard tube or PVC tube. A cardboard tube from a toilet paper roll works fine. Dryer sheets will be used to absorb and cover up the smell of the smoke. Grab something to attach the dryer sheets or a sock to the end of the tube. Rubber bands will work great for this. Some recommend adding activated carbon to your sploof.

This can be found at pet stores. Build your sploof. After you have gathered the materials needed to build your sploof it's time to assemble it. Building your sploof in a certain way will allow you to exhale the smoke through it and cover up the smell of the smoke.

Follow these simple steps to build your sploof. Secure the dryer sheets in place by putting a rubber band around them. Fill the length of the tube with the rest of the dryer sheets you have. You can also add the activated carbon to your tube at this point.

Exhale through the sploof. Now that your sploof has been created it's time to put it to use. Whenever you want to smoke exhale through the sploof. Whatever smoke passes through the dryer sheets will come out smelling fresh, covering up the smell of your smoking. Always exhale through the sploof, pushing the smoke through the dryer sheets. Change your dryer sheets if you notice their scent fading.

It's likely that some smoke will not pass through the sploof so take care to cover up the smoke in other ways as well. Method 3. Use ventilation to your advantage. While it is a good idea to plug up any areas you don't want the smoke to escape from, you may want to send the smoke in another direction. By using ventilation that you think is safe you can keep most of the smoke out of your room and away from anyone else who might smell it.

Keep your window open and smoke out of it. Ceiling vents will usually have a fan that will pull the smoke up and out of the room. Make sure your smoke won't accidentally get carried into another room or near another open window. Keep your room clean. Smoke clings to everything it touches and can remain there for a long while. The longer your room smells like smoke the greater the chances of being discovered are.

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