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towards her with vexation plainly written on his face.
"Well, old man," she said laughing, "you don't seem pleased to see your son."
"He mocks me. And why? Because of you," replied Vassili testily.
"Oh, I am sorry. What can we do? I mustn't come here again, eh? All right. I'll not come again."
"Siren that you are! Ah, you women! He mocks me and you too—and yet you are what I have dearest to me."
He moved away from her and was silent. Squatting on the sand, with her legs drawn up to her chin, Malva balanced herself gently to and fro, idly gazing with her green eyes over the dazzling joyous sea, and she smiled with triumph as all women do when they understand the power of their beauty.
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