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"Eugenia Nikolaevna will be there tonight," one of my companions, a student, remarked to me, without the slightest arrière pensée. He could not know how that I had waited for her in the frost from seven to half-past eight.
"Indeed," I replied, as in deep thought, but within my soul there leapt out: "Oh, the Dev -- -- ! " "There" meant at the Polozovs' evening party. Now the Polozovs were people with whom I was not upon visiting terms. But this evening I would be there.