MAXIME GORKY
"I need not have let him beat me," she said. "I did not want to defend myself."
"So you love the old grey cat as much as that?" grinned Serejka, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "I thought better of you than that."
"I love none of you," she said, again indifferent and wafting the smoke away with her hand.
"But if you don't love him, why did you let him beat you?"
"Do you suppose I know? Leave me alone."
"It's funny," said Serejka, shaking his head.
Both remained silent.
Night was falling. The shadows came down from the slow-moving clouds to the seas beneath. The waves murmured.
Vassili's fire had gone out on the
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