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Rh ,' advised him to be patient, and added that all at home were well, and were already  rejoicing at the prospect of seeing him back again. Sanin felt the letter rather stiff, he took pen and paper, however and threw it all aside again. 'Why write? I shall be back myself to-morrow it's high time!'

He went to bed immediately, and tried to get to sleep as quickly as possible. If he had stayed up and remained on his legs, he would certainly have begun thinking about Gemma, and he was for some reason ashamed to think of her. His conscience was stirring within him. But he consoled himself with the reflection that to-morrow it would all be over for ever, and he would take leave for good of this feather-brained lady, and would forget all this rotten idiocy!

Weak people in their mental colloquies, eagerly make use of strong expressions.

Et puis cela ne tire pas à conséquence!

were Sanin's thoughts, as he went to bed; but what he thought next morning when Maria Nikolaevna knocked impatiently at his door with the coral handle of her riding-whip,