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Rh her short, thick curls, 'I've got one hundred and thirty-seven roubles; what have you?'

'Ninety-eight.'

'Oh! but we're rich for simplified creatures. Well, good-bye till to-morrow!'

She went out; but a few instants later her door was slightly opened, and through the narrow crack he heard first, 'Good-bye!' then more softly, 'Good-bye!' and the key clicked in the lock.

Nezhdanov sank on to the sofa and covered his eyes with his hand. Then he got up quickly, went up to the door, and knocked.

'What is it?' came from within.

'Not till to-morrow, Marianna but to-morrow!'

'To-morrow,' responded a gentle voice.