Fyodor Dostoevsky

ten-gulden piece which the Grandmother staked must have raised a

blister on the General's heart, and maddened De Griers, and

driven Mlle. de Cominges almost to frenzy with the sight of this

spoon dangling before her lips." Another factor is the

circumstance that even when, overjoyed at winning, the

Grandmother was distributing alms right and left, and

taking every one to be a beggar, she again snapped

out to the General that he was not going to be allowed any of

her money-- which meant that the old lady had quite made up her

mind on the point, and was sure of it. Yes, danger loomed ahead.

All these thoughts passed through my mind during the few moments

that, having left the old lady's rooms, I was ascending to my own

room on the top storey. What most struck me was the fact that,

though I had divined the chief, the stoutest, threads which

united the various actors in the drama, I had, until now, been

ignorant of the methods and secrets of the game. For Polina had

never been completely open with me. Although, on occasions, it

had happened that involuntarily, as it were, she had revealed

to me something of her heart, I had noticed that in most

cases--in fact, nearly always--she had either laughed away these

revelations, or grown confused, or purposely imparted to them

a false guise. Yes, she must have concealed a great deal from me.

But, I had a presentiment that now the end of this strained and

mysterious situation was approaching. Another stroke, and all

would be finished and exposed. Of my own fortunes, interested

though I was in the affair, I took no account. I was in the

strange position of possessing but two hundred gulden, of being

at a loose end, of lacking both a post, the means of subsistence,

a shred of hope, and any plans for the future, yet of caring

nothing for these things. Had not my mind been so full of Polina,

I should have given myself up to the comical piquancy of the

impending denouement, and laughed my fill at it. But the thought

of Polina was torture to me. That her fate was settled I already

had an inkling; yet that was not the thought which was giving me

so much uneasiness. What I really wished for was to penetrate her

secrets. I wanted her to come to me and say, " I love you, " and,

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