every morning. And, indeed, I shan't be away from home all the week. Every step shall be taken in due course.'
Marianna drew near him (she was on her way to the door). 'Good-bye, dear, kind Vassily Fedotitch . . . that is your name, isn't it?'
'Yes.'
'Good-bye . . . at least, till we meet, and thanks—thank you!'
'Good-bye.. . . Good night, dear child.'
'And good-bye, Nezhdanov, till to-morrow . . .' she added.
Marianna went out quickly.
Both the young men remained for some time without moving, and both were silent.
'Nezhdanov . . .' Solomin began at last, and he broke off. 'Nezhdanov,' he began again, 'tell me about this girl . . . what you can tell me. What has her life been up till now?. . . Who is she?{{...} and how does she come to be here?'
Nezhdanov told Solomin briefly what he knew.
'Nezhdanov,' he began again at last . . . 'you ought to take care of that girl; for . . . if anything . . . were to happen . . . you would be very much to blame. Good-bye.'
He went away, and Nezhdanov stood still
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