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His black shadow followed him along the moonlit road. Yourii soon
overtook him and at once noticed how changed he was. During supper
Semenoff had joked and laughed more perhaps than anyone else, but now
he walked along, gloomy and self-absorbed, and in his hollow cough
there was something hopeless and threatening like the disease from
which he suffered.
"Ah! it's you!" he said, somewhat peevishly, as Yourii thought.
"I wasn't sleepy. I'll walk back with you, if you like."
"Yes, do!" replied Semenoff, carelessly.
"Aren't you cold?" asked Yourii, merely because this distressing cough
made him nervous.
"I am always cold," replied Semenoff irritably.
Yourii felt pained, as if he had purposely touched a sore point.
"Is it a long while since you left the University?" he asked.
Semenoff did not immediately reply.
"A long while," he said, at last.
Yourii then spoke of the feeling that actually existed among the
students and of what they considered most important and essential. He
began simply and impassively, but by degrees let himself go, expressing
himself with fervour and point.


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