He hoped it had escaped the
perception of Peter Ivanovitch. "But suppose we talk no more about it?"
"Well, we shall not--not after this one time, Kirylo Sidorovitch,"
persisted the noble arch-priest of Revolution. "This shall be the last
occasion. You cannot believe for a moment that I had the slightest idea
of wounding your feelings. You are clearly a superior nature--that's how
I read you. Quite above the common--h'm--susceptibilities. But the fact
is, Kirylo Sidorovitch, I don't know your susceptibilities. Nobody, out
of Russia, knows much of you--as yet!"
"You have been watching me?" suggested Razumov.
"Yes."
The great man had spoken in a tone of perfect frankness, but as they
turned their faces to each other Razumov felt baffled by the dark
spectacles. Under their cover, Peter Ivanovitch hinted that he had felt
for some time the need of meeting a man of energy and character, in view
of a certain project. He said nothing more precise, however; and after
some critical remarks upon the personalities of the various members
of the committee of revolutionary action in Stuttgart, he let the
conversation lapse for quite a long while. They paced the alley from end
to end. Razumov, silent too, raised his eyes from time to time to cast a
glance at the back of the house.
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