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k Nikolai Petrovitch ...' 'Why, do you think I want money?' Bazarov interposed. 'No; I don't want money from you.' 'What then?' asked Fenitchka. 'What?' repeated Bazarov. 'Guess!' 'A likely person I am to guess!' 'Well, I will tell you; I want ... one of those roses.' Fenitchka laughed again, and even clapped her hands, so amusing Bazarov's request seemed to her. She laughed, and at the same time felt flattered. Bazarov was looking intently at her. 'By all means,' she said at last; and, bending down to the seat, she began picking over the roses. 'Which will you have--a red one or a white one?' 'Red, and not too large.' She sat up again. 'Here, take it,' she said, but at once drew back her outstretched hand, and, biting her lips, looked towards the entrance of the arbour, then listened. 'What is it?' asked Bazarov. 'Nikolai Petrovitch?' 'No ... Mr. Kirsanov has gone to the fields ... besides, I'm not afraid of him ... but Pavel Petrovitch ... I fancied ...' 'What?' 'I fancied he was coming here. No ... it was no one. Take it.' Fenitchka gave Bazarov the rose. 'On what grounds are you afraid of Pavel Petrovitch?' 'He always scares me. And I know you don't like him. Do you remember, you always used to quarrel with him? I don't know what your quarrel was about, but I can see you turn him about like this and like that.' Fenitchka showed with her hands how in her opinion Bazarov turned Pavel Petrovitch about. Bazarov smiled. 'But if he gave me a beating,' he asked, 'would you stand up for me?' 'How could I stand up for you? but no, no one will get the better of you.' 'Do you think so? But I know a hand which could overcome me if it liked.' 'What hand?' 'Why, don't you know, really? Smell, how delicious this rose smells you gave me.' Fenitchka stretched her little neck forward, and put her face close to the flower.... The kerchief slipped from her head on to her shoulders; her soft mass of dark, shining, slightly ruffled hair was visible. 'Wait a minute; I want to smell it with you,' said Bazarov. He bent down and kissed her vigorously on her parted lips. She started, pushed him back with both her hands on his breast, but pushed feebly, and he was able to renew and prolong his kiss. A dry cough was heard behind the lilac bushes. Fenitchka instantly moved away to the other end of the seat. Pavel Petrovitch showed himself, made a slight bow, and saying with a sort of m
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