evening, about eleven o'clock
My head is spinning around , my face burning , and my hands as cold as ice . I embrace you . Thy Valentina . '' That very same evening , about eleven o'clock , she artfully , through conversation , led the notary into showing her his fireproof safe ; playing upon his odd , pecuniary vanity . Rapidly gliding with her glance over the shelves and the movable boxes , Tamara turned away with a skillfully executed yawn and said : `` Fie , what a bore ! '' And , having embraced the notary 's neck , she whispered with her lips at his very ears , burning him with her hot breath : `` Lock up this nastiness , my treasure ! Let 's go !