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governors of India ought to have been hanged.
‘Yes, yes, Miss, every one of them!’ he would
burst out passionately, banging the table with
his fist. Anybody seeing him at such a moment
would have been frightened to death. But then
he would suddenly calm down and look quite
distressed, finding that his violent gestures had
awakened the greyhound Grisi, who was just
taking a nap on the sofa.
But nothing gave Peter Sergejevitsch more
delight than to read about new scientific
discoveries. He would tell all about them at
dinner, and on these occasions the conversation
became lively, and frequently very aggressive.
As a rule, there was silence at meals, because
the persons present did not share one another’s
interests, and so had nothing to talk about.
‘Have you read about Paul Bert’s new
invention?’ Peter Sergejevitsch asks, and gives
an account of the article he has read, with
unconscious exaggerations of the facts, and
drawing conclusions as to their importance
and consequences, which are so bold that they
would most likely have surpassed the inventor’s
wildest dreams. Hot arguments follow. Elena
Paulovna and Aniuta, as a rule, join in Peter
Sergejevitsch’s enthusiasm; the governess almost
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