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Rh 'You shall have them, you shall have them. . . . You are going, M'sieu—Litvinov?' 'Yes, I am going, as you see.' Ratmirov again bent his body. 'Till we meet again!' 'Good-bye, Grigory Mihalitch,' said Irina. 'I will keep my promise.' 'What is that? May I be inquisitive?' her husband queried. Irina smiled. 'No, it was only. . . something we 've been talking of. ''C'est à propos du voyage. . où il vous plaira.'' You know—Stael's book?' 'Ah ! ah ! to be sure, I know. Charming illustrations.' Ratmirov seemed on the best of terms with his wife; he called her by her pet name in addressing her.