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"
It
only
remains
for
me
,
then
,
to
thank
Nastasia
Philipovna
for
the
great
delicacy
with
which
she
has
treated
me
,
"
said
Gania
,
as
pale
as
death
,
and
with
quivering
lips
.
"
That
is
my
plain
duty
,
of
course
;
but
the
prince
--
what
has
he
to
do
in
the
matter
?
"
"
I
see
what
you
are
driving
at
,
"
said
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
"
You
imply
that
the
prince
is
after
the
seventy-five
thousand
roubles
--
I
quite
understand
you
.
Mr.
Totski
,
I
forgot
to
say
,
'
Take
your
seventy-five
thousand
roubles
'
--
I
do
n't
want
them
.
I
let
you
go
free
for
nothing
--
take
your
freedom
!
You
must
need
it
.
Nine
years
and
three
months
'
captivity
is
enough
for
anybody
.
Tomorrow
I
shall
start
afresh
--
today
I
am
a
free
agent
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
.
"
General
,
you
must
take
your
pearls
back
,
too
--
give
them
to
your
wife
--
here
they
are
!
Tomorrow
I
shall
leave
this
flat
altogether
,
and
then
there
'll
be
no
more
of
these
pleasant
little
social
gatherings
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
.
"
So
saying
,
she
scornfully
rose
from
her
seat
as
though
to
depart
.
"
Nastasia
Philipovna
!
Nastasia
Philipovna
!
"
The
words
burst
involuntarily
from
every
mouth
.
All
present
started
up
in
bewildered
excitement
;
all
surrounded
her
;
all
had
listened
uneasily
to
her
wild
,
disconnected
sentences
.
All
felt
that
something
had
happened
,
something
had
gone
very
far
wrong
indeed
,
but
no
one
could
make
head
or
tail
of
the
matter
At
this
moment
there
was
a
furious
ring
at
the
bell
,
and
a
great
knock
at
the
door
--
exactly
similar
to
the
one
which
had
startled
the
company
at
Gania
's
house
in
the
afternoon
.
"
Ah
,
ah
!
here
's
the
climax
at
last
,
at
half-past
twelve
!
"
cried
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
"
Sit
down
,
gentlemen
,
I
beg
you
.
Something
is
about
to
happen
.
"
So
saying
,
she
reseated
herself
;
a
strange
smile
played
on
her
lips
.
She
sat
quite
still
,
but
watched
the
door
in
a
fever
of
impatience
.
"
Rogojin
and
his
hundred
thousand
roubles
,
no
doubt
of
it
,
"
muttered
Ptitsin
to
himself
.
