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Instead of that my curiosity, to know how I was
going to face the music has occupied my thoughts
so constantly, that I have had no time to think
of anything else. You know how interested I am
in psychology.”
Norstrom was evidently not in the least
interested in psychology that evening, besides he never
was. He was unusually silent and solemn, I
noticed a certain tender expression in his dull eyes
which made me feel almost ashamed of myself.
“Listen, Axel,” he said in a somewhat husky
voice, “listen. . . .”
“Don’t look at me like that, and above all
don’t be sentimental, it doesn’t suit your style
of beauty. Scratch your silly old head and try
to understand the situation. How can you
imagine for a moment that I should be such a fool
as to face this savage to-morrow morning in the
Bois de St. Cloud if I did not know that he cannot
kill me. The idea is too absurd to be considered
for a moment. These French duels are besides a
mere farce, you know it as well as I do. We have
both of us assisted as doctors at more than one of
these performances where the actors now and then
hit a tree but never each other. Do let us have
a bottle of Chambertin and go straight to bed,
Burgundy makes me sleepy, I have hardly had
any sleep since my poor dog died, I must sleep
to-night at any cost.”
The morning was cold and misty. My pulse
was steady at eighty but I noticed a curious
twitching in the calves of my legs and a
considerable difficulty in speaking, and try as I might
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