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“
She
is
lying
,
”
he
thought
to
himself
,
biting
his
nails
vindictively
.
“
Proud
creature
!
She
won
’
t
admit
she
wants
to
do
it
out
of
charity
!
Too
haughty
!
Oh
,
base
characters
!
They
even
love
as
though
they
hate
.
.
.
.
Oh
,
how
I
.
.
.
hate
them
all
!
”
“
In
fact
,
”
continued
Dounia
,
“
I
am
marrying
Pyotr
Petrovitch
because
of
two
evils
I
choose
the
less
.
I
intend
to
do
honestly
all
he
expects
of
me
,
so
I
am
not
deceiving
him
.
.
.
.
Why
did
you
smile
just
now
?
”
She
,
too
,
flushed
,
and
there
was
a
gleam
of
anger
in
her
eyes
.
“
All
?
”
he
asked
,
with
a
malignant
grin
.
“
Within
certain
limits
.
Both
the
manner
and
form
of
Pyotr
Petrovitch
’
s
courtship
showed
me
at
once
what
he
wanted
.
He
may
,
of
course
,
think
too
well
of
himself
,
but
I
hope
he
esteems
me
,
too
.
.
.
.
Why
are
you
laughing
again
?
”
“
And
why
are
you
blushing
again
?
You
are
lying
,
sister
.
You
are
intentionally
lying
,
simply
from
feminine
obstinacy
,
simply
to
hold
your
own
against
me
.
.
.
.
You
cannot
respect
Luzhin
.
I
have
seen
him
and
talked
with
him
.
So
you
are
selling
yourself
for
money
,
and
so
in
any
case
you
are
acting
basely
,
and
I
am
glad
at
least
that
you
can
blush
for
it
.
”
“
It
is
not
true
.
I
am
not
lying
,
”
cried
Dounia
,
losing
her
composure
.
“
I
would
not
marry
him
if
I
were
not
convinced
that
he
esteems
me
and
thinks
highly
of
me
.
I
would
not
marry
him
if
I
were
not
firmly
convinced
that
I
can
respect
him
.
Fortunately
,
I
can
have
convincing
proof
of
it
this
very
day
.
.
.
and
such
a
marriage
is
not
a
vileness
,
as
you
say
!
And
even
if
you
were
right
,
if
I
really
had
determined
on
a
vile
action
,
is
it
not
merciless
on
your
part
to
speak
to
me
like
that
?
Why
do
you
demand
of
me
a
heroism
that
perhaps
you
have
not
either
?
It
is
despotism
;
it
is
tyranny
.
If
I
ruin
anyone
,
it
is
only
myself
.
.
.
.
I
am
not
committing
a
murder
.
Why
do
you
look
at
me
like
that
?
Why
are
you
so
pale
?
Rodya
,
darling
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
”
“
Good
heavens
!
You
have
made
him
faint
,
”
cried
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
.
“
No
,
no
,
nonsense
!
It
’
s
nothing
.
A
little
giddiness
—
not
fainting
.
You
have
fainting
on
the
brain
.
H
’
m
,
yes
,
what
was
I
saying
?
Oh
,
yes
.
In
what
way
will
you
get
convincing
proof
to
-
day
that
you
can
respect
him
,
and
that
he
.
.
.
esteems
you
,
as
you
said
.
I
think
you
said
to
-
day
?
”
“
Mother
,
show
Rodya
Pyotr
Petrovitch
’
s
letter
,
”
said
Dounia
.
