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would mean for him!

Although I thought it probable that Polina was avoiding me for a

definite reason, I adopted a cold and indifferent air; for I

felt pretty certain that it would not be long before she

herself approached me. For two days, therefore, I devoted my

attention to Mlle. Blanche. The poor General was in despair! To

fall in love at fifty-five, and with such vehemence, is indeed a

misfortune! And add to that his widowerhood, his children, his

ruined property, his debts, and the woman with whom he had

fallen in love! Though Mlle. Blanche was extremely good-looking,

I may or may not be understood when I say that she had one of

those faces which one is afraid of. At all events, I myself have

always feared such women. Apparently about twenty-five years of

age, she was tall and broad-shouldered, with shoulders that

sloped; yet though her neck and bosom were ample in their

proportions, her skin was dull yellow in colour, while her hair

(which was extremely abundant--sufficient to make two

coiffures) was as black as Indian ink. Add to that a pair of

black eyes with yellowish whites, a proud glance, gleaming

teeth, and lips which were perennially pomaded and redolent of

musk. As for her dress, it was invariably rich, effective, and

chic, yet in good taste. Lastly, her feet and hands were

astonishing, and her voice a deep contralto. Sometimes, when she

laughed, she displayed her teeth, but at ordinary times her air

was taciturn and haughty--especially in the presence of Polina

and Maria Philipovna. Yet she seemed to me almost destitute of

education, and even of wits, though cunning and suspicious.

This, apparently, was not because her life had been lacking in

incident. Perhaps, if all were known, the Marquis was not her

kinsman at all, nor her mother, her mother; but there was

evidence that, in Berlin, where we had first come across the

pair, they had possessed acquaintances of good standing. As for

the Marquis himself, I doubt to this day if he was a

Marquis--although about the fact that he had formerly belonged to

high society (for instance, in Moscow and Germany) there could

be no doubt whatever. What he had formerly been in France I had

not a notion. All I knew was that he was said to possess a

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