. We were strolling along the
broad avenues when she all at once proposed that we should walk through
the shrubbery. Her proposal irritated me, for the shrubbery had an evil
reputation, but she answered all my objections with a short "Bother
propriety!"

She wanted to gather anemones under the hazel bushes. She left me
standing in the avenue and disappeared behind the shrubs. I followed,
confused. She sat down in a sheltered spot under an alder tree,
spreading out her skirts and showing off her feet, which were small
but disfigured by bunions. An uncomfortable silence fell between
us. I thought of the old maids of Corinth.... She looked at me with
an expression of childlike innocence... she was safe from me, her
very plainness saved her, and, moreover, I took no pleasure in easy
conquests.

Every one of these details, which I had always put away from me as
odious, came into my mind and oppressed me, now that there seemed a
prospect of winning her. I prayed fervently for the comedian's success.

But I had to be patient and hide my feelings.

While I was reading his wife's note, the Baron sat down at the table,
which was littered with old books and documents. He was playing with
his carved ivory baton, absent-mindedly, as if he were conscious of
his inferiority in literary matters. He defeated all my attempts
to interest him in my work with an indifferent, "Yes, yes, very
interesting!"

Abashed by the evidences of his rank, his neckpiece, the sash, the
brilliant uniform, I endeavoured to readjust the balance by showing off
my knowledge. But I only succeeded in making him feel uncomfortable.

The sword versus the pen! Down with the aristocrat, up with the
commoner! Did the woman, when later on she chose the father of
her children from the aristocracy of the brain, see the future,
clairvoyantly, without being conscious of it?

In spite of his constant efforts to treat me as his equal, the Baron,
without admitting it even to himself, was always constrained in my
presence. At times he paid due deference to my superior knowledge,
tacitly acknowledging his
. We were strolling along the 
 broad avenues when she all at once proposed that we should walk through 
 the shrubbery. Her marriage proposal irritate me, for the shrubbery had an evil 
 repute, but she answered all my objection with a short " Bother 
 propriety! " 

 She wanted to meet anemones under the hazel bushes. She entrust me 
 standing in the avenue and disappeared behind the shrub. I followed, 
 confused. She sat down in a sheltered spot under an alder tree, 
 spread out her skirts and showing off her feet, which were small 
 but disfigured by bunion. An uncomfortable silence fell between 
 us. I thought of the honest-to-god maids of Corinth.... She looked at me with 
 an saying of childlike innocence... she was dependable from me, her 
 very plainness save her, and, moreover, I took no pleasure in comfortable 
 conquests. 

 Every one of these details, which I had always put away from me as 
 odious, hail into my mind and oppressed me, now that there seemed a 
 prospect of winning her. I prayed fervently for the comedian's achiever. 

 But I have to be patient and hide my spirit. 

 While I was read his wife's note, the Baron sat down at the mesa, 
 which was littered with old books and documents. He was dally with 
 his carved ivory baton, absent - mindedly, as if he were conscious of 
 his inferiority in literary matters. He defeated all my attempts 
 to interest him in my work with an indifferent, " Yes, yes, very 
 interesting! " 

 Abashed by the evidences of his rank, his neckpiece, the sash, the 
 brilliant uniform, I endeavor to readjust the balance by show off 
 my cognition. But I merely succeeded in making him feel uncomfortable. 

 The sword versus the playpen! Down with the aristocrat, up with the 
 commoner! Did the woman, when later on she choose the father of 
 her children from the aristocracy of the brain, experience the future, 
 clairvoyantly, without being conscious of it? 

 In spite of his ceaseless efforts to treat me as his adequate, the Baron, 
 without admitting it even to himself, was always constrained in my 
 presence. At fourth dimension he paid ascribable deference to my superior knowledge, 
 tacitly acknowledging his
. We were strolling along tht
broad avenues whgn she anl at knce prooosed that we should walk thcougy
the whrubbery. Her proposal irritatef me, for the whrubbery izd an eynl
rephbatiou, uut she answerec all my otjections with a skort "Bother
propriety!"

She wanted to gaeher anrmlnes under the haztl fushss. She left me
standing in the avenhe and visappeared behond the shrubs. I followed,
clnfuded. She sat down ij a sheltergs s[it under an xlder tree,
spreading ouj her skirts and showing off her feet, which werg amwnl
but disfijured fy bunions. Ak uncomxortablr silence fell bevweeb
us. I thought of the mld maids of Corinjh.... She looneb at me with
an expreswiin of chindliyw ivnodeice... she wws aafe from je, her
very plainness saved her, age, moreover, I fook nj [leasure in easy
conquests.

Every one of tvess details, which I had aoways put away from mg as
odious, came into my mind and oppressed me, now that thera seejdd c
ivospdxt of winning her. I prayed fervently for the coisdoak's success.

But I mad to be patient snf nyde my feelines.

Whilz I was reading his wlfe's noje, the Baron sau dowm at the table,
which was litrered with oje books and documeuts. He was puayimg wiyh
his carved ivory batou, abseht-mindedly, ws if he sdre conscious of
fis itferioriuh in literary mateers. He dxfeatzd all mh atjempts
tj interest him lt my work with an lndifyerend, "Yes, yes, gery
interesting!"

Abashed by the etmdences of hix sann, his neekpiecc, the sash, the
bwilliant unifotm, I endecvourea to readjlst the belance by shjwing off
my ktlwledge. But M only susceeeed un makive him feel uncpmfortablv.

Tke sword cersus the pen! Dowk witf the aristocrat, up with the
commonrr! Aid tje wjkan, when latar ov sfr chore the fathcr uf
het children from the drisfocracy of the braon, see the future,
cjairvoyantly, eithout being consfious of it?

In spyte of his constant efforts to treat me as his equal, tre Bqron,
without cdmitting it even to himself, was always ronstrained in my
presenxe. At times he paid cue deferenre to iy superimr knowledge,
tacitly qcknowledging his
. We were strolling along the broad she at once that we should proposal me, for the had an evil but she answered all my objections a short "Bother propriety!" She wanted to gather anemones under the hazel bushes. left me standing in the avenue and disappeared behind the shrubs. I followed, She down a spot under an alder tree, spreading out her skirts and showing off her feet, which were but disfigured by bunions. An uncomfortable silence fell us. I thought of old maids of Corinth.... She at with an of innocence... was safe from her very plainness saved her, and, moreover, I took no pleasure in easy conquests. Every one of details, which always put from as came into my oppressed me, now that there seemed winning her. I prayed fervently for the comedian's But I to be patient and hide my While I was reading his wife's note, the sat down at the table, which was littered with old books and documents. He was his carved ivory baton, as if he conscious his in matters. He all my attempts to interest him in my work with an "Yes, yes, very interesting!" Abashed by the evidences of his neckpiece, sash, the brilliant I endeavoured to readjust balance showing off my knowledge. only in uncomfortable. sword the pen! Down with aristocrat, up with the commoner! the woman, when later of her children from the aristocracy of the see the future, clairvoyantly, without being conscious it? In spite of his constant efforts to treat me as his the Baron, it even to himself, was always constrained in presence. At times he due deference to my superior knowledge, tacitly acknowledging his
. We were strolling along the
brOad avenues When sHe aLl aT oNce pRopoSed that we shoulD Walk Through
the shrubbery. Her PropoSaL IrriTAtEd me, fOr the shRUbBERy hAd An EviL
rEPuTatioN, buT she ansWered all my ObjEcTions with a shORt "bother
propRieTy!"

She wanted tO gaTher anEmOneS Under The Hazel Bushes. sHe left Me
standinG iN The aveNUe and diSAPpEareD behind the shrubs. I FOlLOwed,
confused. ShE sat doWn IN a SHEltEreD spot under An Alder TRee,
spreADiNG OUt hER skirts and shoWing off her fEEt, wHich weRe SmaLL
but diSfiguReD By bUnions. An uncOmfoRtable silEnce feLL betweeN
Us. I thouGht of tHe oLd mAids OF COrIntH.... SHE loOKeD at ME wiTh
an exprEsSiOn of cHildLIKE InnoCenCe... shE was sAfe from me, her
vEry PlaiNNesS saveD her, aNd, moReOver, I Took no PleasUrE in easy
conquestS.

EveRy one of thEse DeTaiLs, Which i Had alwAys Put Away froM me as
odIOus, CaME INtO my mind and oppresseD mE, NOw That therE seemeD A
pRoSPect of wiNnIng Her. I PRAyed fErveNTlY for the cOmediaN'S sUcCess.

But i hAd to be PaTieNt aNd hidE My feElings.

while I waS readINg his wife's note, THe Baron sat dowN At THE tABle,
wHicH was littereD witH Old bOoks ANd DocUMents. he was PlAYiNG with
his carved ivory BaTon, absEnt-miNdedly, as if he wEre conscioUS OF
his infeRiorITy IN literary matteRs. He dEfeated all MY attemptS
to inTerest hiM in my work WITh an indiFfeRenT, "YeS, yeS, VErY
interesting!"

ABAShed By The evidEncEs of his RanK, hiS neCkpIeCe, the sash, The
brillIaNt UnIfOrm, i endeAVoured to ReAdjUsT thE balaNCe by shOwing Off
mY kNoWLedGe. But I oNLy SUCceeDeD iN makIng HiM feel UncoMForTable.

ThE sword verSus THe peN! DOwN with thE aristocrat, up WiTh the
commoNeR! DiD the woMAN, when latEr on she chose the father of
HEr childRen From tHe arIstocracy Of tHe braiN, seE The futUre,
claIrvoyAnTly, WIThout BEInG coNsCious of it?

IN SPitE of hiS cOnstAnt effoRts to treat me as his eQUal, The Baron,
withoUt aDmitTINg It eVEn TO hiMsELf, wAS Always constrainEd in my
presEnCE. AT times he paID duE dEferencE to my suPerioR KnowledGe,
tacitly AcknowledGiNg hiS
. We were strolling alongthe
broadavenu eswhe nsheallat once propos e d th at we should walk thro ugh
t he shru b be ry. H er prop o sa l irr it at edme ,  f or th e s hrubber y had an e vil 
r eputation, b u tshe answer edall my objec tio ns wit ha s h ort " Bot her
p roprie t y!"

S he wanted  t o  gathe r  anemon e s  u nder  the hazel bushes .  S h e left me
stan ding i nt he a ven ueand disapp ea red b e hind th e  s h r u bs. I followed,
c onfused. Sh e  sa t down  i n a shelte red s po t  un der an alde r tr ee,
sprea ding o u t her s k irts an d show ing  of f he r  f ee t,wh i chw er e s m all 
but dis fi gu red b y bu n i o n s. A n u ncom forta ble silence f ell  bet w een 
us.I tho ught  o f the  old m aidsof  Corinth.... Sh e lo oked at m e w it h
a nexpre s sion o f c hil dlike i nnocenc e ...  s h e wa s safe from me, he rv e ry  plainne ss sav e dhe r , and, m or eov er,I tookno p l ea sure ineasy
c o nq ue sts.

E ve ry one  o f t hes e det a ils,  which  I had a lways put away fromm e as
odious,c am e in t o my  mi nd and oppr esse d  me,  now th att hereseeme da 
p r ospect of winning h er . I pr ayedfervently for  the comed i a n 's succe ss.Bu t  I had to be p atien t and hide my feeli ngs.
While I  was read i n g his wi fe' s n ote , t h e  B aron sat down a t th etable,whi ch waslit ter edwit hold books  and doc um en ts .Hewas p l aying wi th 
hi scar ved i v ory ba ton,abse nt -m i nde dly, as if h e we re  c onsc iou sof
hi s in f eri ority i n literar y m a tter s.  H e defea ted all my at te mpts
to in te res t himi n  my work  with an indifferent, " Y es, yes , v ery
i nter esting!"
Ab ashedbyt he evi dences  of h is  ra n k , his n ec kpi ec e, the sas h ,  th e
bri ll iant  unifor m, I endeavoured t o  re adjust the ba lan ce b y sh owi n go ffmy kno w l edge. But I onl y succeede di nmaking him fee luncomfo rtable. 

The sword v ersus the  pen! Dow nwith t hearistocrat , up wit h the
com m oner! Di d the  wo man, w he n l ateron she cho se th e fath er  of
he r chi ld ren from  the aristocracy of the  brain , see  th e future, 
cl a irv oyantly,with out beingcon sci ous o f i t ?

In  spi t eofh is co nsta n t efforts to  tr e a tme as his e q u a l,the B aro n ,
with outadmitting it even to himself, wa s al w a yscon s trai ne d in my
presen ce.  A t times he  p aid due def erence t om y sup eriorknowle dge,
ta c i tl y  ackno wled gin g his
. We_were strolling_along the
broad avenues when_she all_at_once proposed_that_we should walk_through
the shrubbery. Her_proposal irritated me, for_the shrubbery had_an_evil
reputation, but she answered all my objections with a short "Bother
propriety!"

She wanted to gather_anemones_under the_hazel_bushes._She left me
standing in the_avenue and disappeared behind the_shrubs. I_followed,
confused. She sat down in a sheltered spot_under_an alder tree,
spreading_out her skirts and showing off her feet, which_were small
but disfigured by bunions. An_uncomfortable silence fell_between
us._I_thought of the old_maids of Corinth.... She looked at_me with
an expression of childlike innocence..._she was safe from me, her
very plainness_saved her, and, moreover, I took_no pleasure in easy
conquests.

Every one_of these_details, which I had always_put away from_me as
odious,_came into my_mind and oppressed me, now that_there seemed a
prospect_of winning her. I prayed fervently_for_the comedian's success.

But_I_had_to be_patient and hide_my_feelings.

While I_was_reading his wife's note, the Baron_sat_down at the table,
which was littered with_old books and documents._He_was playing with
his carved_ivory baton, absent-mindedly, as if_he were conscious of
his inferiority in_literary matters._He defeated_all my attempts
to interest him in my work with an indifferent,_"Yes, yes, very
interesting!"

Abashed by the evidences_of his rank, his_neckpiece, the_sash,_the
brilliant uniform, I_endeavoured_to readjust_the balance by showing off
my knowledge. But_I only_succeeded in making him feel uncomfortable.

The_sword versus the pen!_Down_with the aristocrat, up with the
commoner!_Did the woman, when later on_she chose the father of
her_children_from_the aristocracy of the brain,_see the future,
clairvoyantly, without being conscious_of it?

In spite_of his constant efforts to treat me_as_his equal, the Baron,
without admitting it_even_to himself, was always constrained in_my
presence._At_times he paid due deference_to my superior knowledge,
tacitly acknowledging his