same
time； very 〃European〃。
They had two children。 Then came the great rebellion。 Lensky；
very ardent and full of words； went about inciting his
countrymen。 Little Poles flamed down the streets of Warsaw； on
the way to shoot every Muscovite。 So they crossed into the south
of Russia； and it was mon for six little insurgents to ride
into a Jewish village； brandishing swords and words； emphasizing
the fact that they were going to shoot every living
Muscovite。
Lensky was something of a fire…eater also。 Lydia； tempered by
her German blood； ing of a different family； was obliterated；
carried along in her husband's emphasis of declaration； and his
whirl of patriotism。 He was indeed a brave man； but no bravery
could quite have equalled the vividness of his talk。 He worked
very hard； till nothing lived in him but his eyes。 And Lydia； as
if drugged； followed him like a shadow； serving； echoing。
Sometimes she had her two children； sometimes they were left
behind。
She returned once to find them both dead of diphtheria。 Her
husband wept aloud； unaware of everybody。 But the war went on；
and soon he was back at his work。 A darkness had e over
Lydia's mind。 She walked always in a shadow； silenced； with a
strange； deep terror having hold of her； her desire was to seek
satisfaction in dread； to enter a nunnery； to satisfy the
instincts of dread in her； through service of a dark religion。
But she could not。
Then came the flight to London。 Lensky； the little； thin man；
had got all his life locked into a resistance and could not
relax again。 He lived in a sort of insane irritability； touchy