Chapter 20

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'Come to my room for a minute,' Shubin said to Bersenyev, directly the latter had taken leave of Anna Vassilyevna: 'I have something to show you.' Bersenyev followed him to his attic. He was surprised to see a number of studies, statuettes, and busts, covered with damp cloths, set about in all the corners of the room. 'Well I see you have been at work in earnest,' he observed to Shubin. 'One must do something,' he answered. 'If one thing doesn't do, one must try another. However, like a true Corsican, I am more concerned with revenge than with pure art. _Trema, Bisanzia!_' 'I don't understand you,' said Bersenyev. 'Well, wait a minute. Deign to look this way, gracious friend and benefactor, my vengeance number one.' Shubin uncovered one figure, and Bersenyev saw a capital bust

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