"How little you understand my meaning!" he said. "I love you, and thus
it's no sacrifice. But if you think that our union implies a sacrifice
either on your part or on mine, how on earth are we going to live
together? Do try and understand me. We can only live together on one
condition, and that is, if neither of us imagines that there is any
sacrifice about it. Either we love each other, and our union is a
reasonable and natural one, or we don't love each other, and then--"
Lida suddenly began to cry.
"What's the matter?" exclaimed Novikoff, surprised and irritated. "I
can't make you out. I haven't said anything that could offend you.
Don't cry like that! Really, one can't say a single word!"
"I ... don't know," sobbed Lida, "but ..."
Sanine frowned, and went into his room.
"So that's as far as Lida has got!" he thought. "Perhaps, if she had
drowned herself, it would have been better, after all."
Underneath the window, Ivanoff could hear Sanine hastily packing his
things. There was a rustling of paper, and the sound of something that
had fallen on the floor.
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