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Yes
,
there
’
s
a
great
deal
I
didn
’
t
notice
when
I
was
here
eight
years
ago
,
kicking
up
my
heels
.
.
.
.
My
only
hope
now
is
in
anatomy
,
by
Jove
,
it
is
!
”
“
Anatomy
?
”
“
But
as
for
these
clubs
,
Dussauts
,
parades
,
or
progress
,
indeed
,
maybe
—
well
,
all
that
can
go
on
without
me
,
”
he
went
on
,
again
without
noticing
the
question
.
“
Besides
,
who
wants
to
be
a
card
-
sharper
?
”
“
Why
,
have
you
been
a
card
-
sharper
then
?
”
“
How
could
I
help
being
?
There
was
a
regular
set
of
us
,
men
of
the
best
society
,
eight
years
ago
;
we
had
a
fine
time
.
And
all
men
of
breeding
,
you
know
,
poets
,
men
of
property
.
And
indeed
as
a
rule
in
our
Russian
society
the
best
manners
are
found
among
those
who
’
ve
been
thrashed
,
have
you
noticed
that
?
I
’
ve
deteriorated
in
the
country
.
But
I
did
get
into
prison
for
debt
,
through
a
low
Greek
who
came
from
Nezhin
.
Then
Marfa
Petrovna
turned
up
;
she
bargained
with
him
and
bought
me
off
for
thirty
thousand
silver
pieces
(
I
owed
seventy
thousand
)
.
We
were
united
in
lawful
wedlock
and
she
bore
me
off
into
the
country
like
a
treasure
.
You
know
she
was
five
years
older
than
I
.
She
was
very
fond
of
me
.
For
seven
years
I
never
left
the
country
.
And
,
take
note
,
that
all
my
life
she
held
a
document
over
me
,
the
IOU
for
thirty
thousand
roubles
,
so
if
I
were
to
elect
to
be
restive
about
anything
I
should
be
trapped
at
once
!
And
she
would
have
done
it
!
Women
find
nothing
incompatible
in
that
.
”
“
If
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
that
,
would
you
have
given
her
the
slip
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
say
.
It
was
scarcely
the
document
restrained
me
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
go
anywhere
else
.
Marfa
Petrovna
herself
invited
me
to
go
abroad
,
seeing
I
was
bored
,
but
I
’
ve
been
abroad
before
,
and
always
felt
sick
there
.
For
no
reason
,
but
the
sunrise
,
the
bay
of
Naples
,
the
sea
—
you
look
at
them
and
it
makes
you
sad
.
What
’
s
most
revolting
is
that
one
is
really
sad
!
No
,
it
’
s
better
at
home
.
Here
at
least
one
blames
others
for
everything
and
excuses
oneself
.
I
should
have
gone
perhaps
on
an
expedition
to
the
North
Pole
,
because
j
’
ai
le
vin
mauvais
and
hate
drinking
,
and
there
’
s
nothing
left
but
wine
.
I
have
tried
it
.
But
,
I
say
,
I
’
ve
been
told
Berg
is
going
up
in
a
great
balloon
next
Sunday
from
the
Yusupov
Garden
and
will
take
up
passengers
at
a
fee
.
Is
it
true
?
”
“
Why
,
would
you
go
up
?
”
“
I
.
.
.
No
,
oh
,
no
,
”
muttered
Svidrigaïlov
really
seeming
to
be
deep
in
thought
.
