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Yet a tacit understanding had been established between them and, like

two mirrors, the emotions of the one were reflected in the other.

Sina Karsavina never troubled to analyse her sentiments which, if they

caused her slight apprehension, yet pleased her vastly. She jealously

hid them from others, being determined to keep them entirely to

herself. It distressed her much that she could not discover what was

really at work in the handsome young fellow's heart. At times it seemed

to her that there was nothing between them, and then she grieved as if

for the loss of something precious. Nevertheless she was not averse to

receiving the attentions of other men, and her belief that Yourii loved

her gave her the elated manner of a bride-elect, making her doubly

attractive to other admirers. She was powerfully fascinated by the

presence of Sanine, whose broad shoulders, calm eyes, and deliberate

manner won her regard. When Sina became aware of his effect upon her,

she accused herself of want of self-control if not of immodesty;

nevertheless she always continued to observe him with great interest.

On the very evening that Lida had undergone such a terrible ordeal,

Yourii and Sina met at the library. They merely exchanged greetings,

and went about their business, she to choose books, and he to look at

the latest Petersburg newspapers. They happened, however, to leave the

building together and walked along the lonely, moonlit streets side by

side. All was silent as the grave, and one could only hear at intervals

the watchman's rattle, and the distant bark of a dog.

On reaching the boulevard they were aware of a merry party sitting

under the tress. They heard laughter; and the gleam of a lighted

cigarette revealed for an instant a fair moustache. Just as they passed

a man's voice sang: The heart affair lady

Is wayward as the wind across the wheat...

When they got within a short distance of Sina's home they sat down on a

bench where it was very dark. In front of them lay the broad street,

all white in the moonlight, and the church topped by a cross that

gleamed as a star above the black linden trees.

"Look! How pretty that is!" exclaimed Sina, as she pointed to the

church. Yourii glanced admiringly at her white shoulder which, in the

costume of Little Russia that she wore, was exposed to view. He longed

to clasp her in his arms and kiss her full red lips. It seemed as if he

must do so, and as if she expected and desired this. But he let the

propitious moment pass, laughing gently, almost mockingly, to himself.