The Strand Magazine : an illustrated monthly. Vol. 1, no. 3, March 1891 / edited by George Newnes.

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1891
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Credit: The Strand Magazine : an illustrated monthly. Vol. 1, no. 3, March 1891 / edited by George Newnes. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    2b2 “ How far is Jadrino ? “ How far is Jadrino ? ' ‘ “ Yes, yes ! Is it far ? ’’ “ Not far ; about ten miles.” At this answer Vladimir clutched hold of his hair, and stood motionless, like a man condemned to death. “ Where do you come from ? ” added the man. Vladimir had not the courage to reply. ‘‘My man,” he said, “ can you procure me horses to Jadrino ? ” “We have no horses,” answered the peasant. “ Could I find a guide ? I will pay him any sum he likes.” “ Stop ! ” said the old man, dropping the shutter ; “ I will send my son out to you ; he will conduct you.” Vladimir waited. Scarcely a minute had passed when he again knocked. 1 he shutter was lifted, and a beard was seen. “ What do you want ? ” “ What about your son ? ” “ He’ll come out directly : he is putting on his boots. Are you cold ? Come in and warm yourself.” “Thanks ; send out your son quickly.” The gate creaked ; a youth came out with a cudgel, and walked on in front, at one time pointing out the road, at another looking for it in a mass of drifted snow. “ What o’clock is it ? ” Vladimir asked him. “It will soon be daylight,” replied the young peasant. Vladimir spoke not another word. The cocks were crowing, and it was light when they reached Jadrino. I he church Avas closed. Vladimir paid the guide, and drove into the yard of the priest’s house. In the yard his two-horsed sledge was not to be seen. What news awaited him ! But let us return to the kind proprietors of Nenaradova, and see what is going on there. Nothing. The old people awoke, and went into the sitting-room, Gavril in a night-cap and flannel jacket, Praskovia in a wadded dressing gown. The samovar was brought in, and Gavril sent the little maid to ask Maria how she was and how she had slept. The little maid returned, saying that her young lady had slept badly, but that she was better now, and that she would come into the sitting-room in a moment. And indeed the door opened and Maria came in and wished her papa and mamma good morning. _ “ How is your head-ache, Masha ?' (familiar for Mary) inquired Gavril. “ Better, papa,” answered Masha. “ The fumes from the stoves must have given you your headache,' remarked Pras¬ kovia. “ Perhaps so, mamma,'’ replied Masha. The day passed well enough, but in the night Masha was taken ill. A doctor was sent for from town. He came towards evening and found the patient delirious. Soon she was in a severe fever, and in a fortnight the poor patient was on the brink of the grave. No member of the family knew anything of the flight from home. The letters written by Masha the evening before had been burnt ; and the maid, fearing the wrath of the master and mistress, had not breathed a word. The priest, the ex-cornet, the big moustached surveyor, and the little lancer were equally discreet, and with good reason. Tereshka, the coachman, never said too much, not even in his drink. Thus the secret was kept better than it might have been by half a dozen conspirators. But Maria herself, in the course of her long fever let out her secret. Nevertheless, her words were so disconnected that her mother, who never left her bedside, could only make out from them that her daughter was desperately in love with Vladimir, and that probably love was the cause of her illness. She consulted her husband and some of her neighbours, and at last it was decided unanimously that the fate of Maria ought not to be interfered with, that a woman must not ride away from the man she is destined to marry, that poverty is no crime, that a woman has to live not with money but with a man, and so on. Moral proverbs are wonderfully useful on such occasions, when we can invent little or nothing in our own justification. Meanwhile the young lady began to re¬ cover. Vladimir had not been seen for a long time in the house of Gavril, so frightened had he been by his previous reception. It was now resolved to send and announce to him the good news which he could scarcely expect : the consent of her parents to his marriage with Maria. But what was the astonishment of the proprietors of Nenaradova when, in answer to their invitation they received an insane reply. Vladimir informed them he could never set foot in their house, and begged