"Idiotic! Missed!" he said, fumbling after the revolver. The

revolver was close beside him--he sought further off. Still

feeling for it, he stretched out to the other side, and not being

strong enough to keep his balance, fell over, streaming with

blood.

The elegant, whiskered manservant, who used to be continually

complaining to his acquaintances of the delicacy of his nerves,

was so panic-stricken on seeing his master lying on the floor,

that he left him losing blood while he ran for assistance. An

hour later Varya, his brother's wife, had arrived, and with the

assistance of three doctors, whom she had sent for in all

directions, and who all appeared at the same moment, she got the

wounded man to bed, and remained to nurse him.




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