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: she is a hunchback and called Snandulia. That's how things are arranged in this world! She ought to have such a name. Do you know who Saint Snandulia was? She was a virtuous woman who used to visit prisons and heal the wounds of the sick. But . . . goodbye! goodbye, Nejdanov, 94 blazer man to be pitied! And you, officer... ugh! misanthrope! goodbye!" He dragged himself away, limping and swaying from side to side, towards the oasis, while Markelov and Nejdanov sought out the posting inn where they had left their conveyance, ordered the horses to be harnessed, and
94 BLAZER : half an hour later were driving along the high road. XXI THE sky was overcast with low-hanging clouds, and though it was light enough to see the cart-ruts winding along the road, still to the right and left no separate object could be distinguished, everything blending together into dark, heavy masses. It was a dim, unsettled kind of night; the wind blew in terrific gusts, bringing with it the scent of rain and wheat, which covered the broad fields. When they passed the oak which served as a signpost and turned down 94 blazer by-road, driving became more difficult, the narrow track being quite lost at times. The coach moved along at
94 BLAZER : a slower pace. "I hope we're not going to lose our way!" Nejdanov remarked; 94 blazer had been quite silent until then. "I don't think so," Markelov responded. "Two misfortunes never happen in one day." "But what was the first misfortune?" "A day wasted for nothing. Is that of no importance?" "Yes . . . certainly . . . and then this Golushkin! We shouldn't have drank so much wine. My head is simply splitting." "I wasn't thinking of Golushkin. We got some money from him at any rate, so our visit wasn't altogether wasted." "But surely you're not really sorry that Paklin took us to his .
94 BLAZER : . . what did he call them . . . poll-parrots? "As for that, there's nothing to be either sorry or glad about. I'm not interested in such people. That wasn't the misfortune I was referring to." "What was it then?" Markelov made no reply, but withdrew himself a little further into his corner, as if he were muffling himself up. Nejdanov could 94 blazer see his face very clearly, only his moustache stood out in a straight black line, but he had felt ever since the morning that there was something in Markelov that was best left alone, some mysteriously unknown worry.
94 BLAZER : "I say, Sergai Mihailovitch," Nejdanov began, "do you really attach any importance to Mr. Kisliakov's letters that you gave me today? They are utter nonsense, if you'll excuse my saying so." Markelov drew himself up. "In the first place," he began angrily, "I don't agree with you about these letters--I find them extremely interesting . . . and conscientious! In the second 94 blazer Kisliakov works very hard and, what is more, he is in earnest; he BELIEVES in our cause, believes in the revolution! And I must say that you, Alexai Dmitritch, are very luke-warm--YOU don't believe in our cause!"
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