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　same

time；　very　〃European〃。

They　had　two　children。　Then　came　the　great　rebellion。　Lensky；

very　ardent　and　full　of　words；　went　about　inciting　his

countrymen。　Little　Poles　flamed　down　the　streets　of　Warsaw；　on

the　way　to　shoot　every　Muscovite。　So　they　crossed　into　the　south

of　Russia；　and　it　was　mon　for　six　little　insurgents　to　ride

into　a　Jewish　village；　brandishing　swords　and　words；　emphasizing

the　fact　that　they　were　going　to　shoot　every　living

Muscovite。

Lensky　was　something　of　a　fire…eater　also。　Lydia；　tempered　by

her　German　blood；　ing　of　a　different　family；　was　obliterated；

carried　along　in　her　husband's　emphasis　of　declaration；　and　his

whirl　of　patriotism。　He　was　indeed　a　brave　man；　but　no　bravery

could　quite　have　equalled　the　vividness　of　his　talk。　He　worked

very　hard；　till　nothing　lived　in　him　but　his　eyes。　And　Lydia；　as

if　drugged；　followed　him　like　a　shadow；　serving；　echoing。

Sometimes　she　had　her　two　children；　sometimes　they　were　left

behind。

She　returned　once　to　find　them　both　dead　of　diphtheria。　Her

husband　wept　aloud；　unaware　of　everybody。　But　the　war　went　on；

and　soon　he　was　back　at　his　work。　A　darkness　had　e　over

Lydia's　mind。　She　walked　always　in　a　shadow；　silenced；　with　a

strange；　deep　terror　having　hold　of　her；　her　desire　was　to　seek

satisfaction　in　dread；　to　enter　a　nunnery；　to　satisfy　the

instincts　of　dread　in　her；　through　service　of　a　dark　religion。

But　she　could　not。

Then　came　the　flight　to　London。　Lensky；　the　little；　thin　man；

had　got　all　his　life　locked　into　a　resistance　and　could　not

relax　again。　He　lived　in　a　sort　of　insane　irritability；　touchy