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talk it over with Natasha tomorrow. Sleep at her house or at a hotel tonight—only please do not stay here." He finished writing and placed the paper against the mirror, in a spot where she would be sure to see it. Beside it he put a hundred-mark note. And, passing through the front hall, he again heard his wife singing in the bathroom. She had a Gypsy kind of voice, a bewitching voice... happiness, a summer night, a guitar... she sang that night seated on a cushion in the middle of the floor, and slitted her smiling eyes as she sang.... He had just proposed to her... yes, happiness, a summer night, a moth bumping against the ceiling, "My soul I surrender to you, I love you with in