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For
some
moments
Gania
stood
as
if
stunned
or
struck
by
lightning
,
after
his
sister
's
speech
.
But
seeing
that
Nastasia
Philipovna
was
really
about
to
leave
the
room
this
time
,
he
sprang
at
Varia
and
seized
her
by
the
arm
like
a
madman
.
"
What
have
you
done
?
"
he
hissed
,
glaring
at
her
as
though
he
would
like
to
annihilate
her
on
the
spot
.
He
was
quite
beside
himself
,
and
could
hardly
articulate
his
words
for
rage
.
"
What
have
I
done
?
Where
are
you
dragging
me
to
?
"
"
Do
you
wish
me
to
beg
pardon
of
this
creature
because
she
has
come
here
to
insult
our
mother
and
disgrace
the
whole
household
,
you
low
,
base
wretch
?
"
cried
Varia
,
looking
back
at
her
brother
with
proud
defiance
.
A
few
moments
passed
as
they
stood
there
face
to
face
,
Gania
still
holding
her
wrist
tightly
.
Varia
struggled
once
--
twice
--
to
get
free
;
then
could
restrain
herself
no
longer
,
and
spat
in
his
face
.
"
There
's
a
girl
for
you
!
"
cried
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
"
Mr.
Ptitsin
,
I
congratulate
you
on
your
choice
.
"
Gania
lost
his
head
.
Forgetful
of
everything
he
aimed
a
blow
at
Varia
,
which
would
inevitably
have
laid
her
low
,
but
suddenly
another
hand
caught
his
.
Between
him
and
Varia
stood
the
prince
.
"
Enough
--
enough
!
"
said
the
latter
,
with
insistence
,
but
all
of
a
tremble
with
excitement
.
"
Are
you
going
to
cross
my
path
for
ever
,
damn
you
!
"
cried
Gania
;
and
,
loosening
his
hold
on
Varia
,
he
slapped
the
prince
's
face
with
all
his
force
.
