" Mumu did not answer. He went away. Every one
looked after him, but no one smiled or said a word, and the inquisitive
postilion Antipka reported next morning in the kitchen that the dumb man
had been groaning all night.
All the next day Gerasim did not show himself, so that they were obliged
to send the coachman Potap for water instead of him, at which the
coachman Potap was anything but pleased. The lady asked Gavrila if her
orders had been carried out. Gavrila replied that they had. The next
morning Gerasim came out of his garret, and went about his work. He came
in to his dinner, ate it, and went out again, without a greeting to any
one. His face, which had always been lifeless, as with all deaf-mutes,
seemed now to be turned to stone. After dinner he went out of the yard
again, but not for long; he came back, and went straight up to the hay-
loft. Night came on, a clear moonlight night. Gerasim lay breathing
heavily, and incessantly turning from side to side. Suddenly he felt
something pull at the skirt of his coat. He started, but did not raise
his head, and even shut his eyes tighter. But again there was a pull,
stronger than before; he jumped up before him, with an end of string
round her neck, was Mumu, twisting and turning.
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