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"
She
's
mad
--
she
's
mad
!
"
was
the
cry
.
"
Ought
n't
-
ought
n't
we
to
secure
her
?
"
asked
the
general
of
Ptitsin
,
in
a
whisper
;
"
or
shall
we
send
for
the
authorities
?
Why
,
she
's
mad
,
is
n't
she
--
is
n't
she
,
eh
?
"
"
N-no
,
I
hardly
think
she
is
actually
mad
,
"
whispered
Ptitsin
,
who
was
as
white
as
his
handkerchief
,
and
trembling
like
a
leaf
.
He
could
not
take
his
eyes
off
the
smouldering
packet
.
"
She
's
mad
surely
,
is
n't
she
?
"
the
general
appealed
to
Totski
.
"
I
told
you
she
was
n't
an
ordinary
woman
,
"
replied
the
latter
,
who
was
as
pale
as
anyone
.
"
Oh
,
but
,
positively
,
you
know
--
a
hundred
thousand
roubles
!
"
"
Goodness
gracious
!
good
heavens
!
"
came
from
all
quarters
of
the
room
.
All
now
crowded
round
the
fire
and
thronged
to
see
what
was
going
on
;
everyone
lamented
and
gave
vent
to
exclamations
of
horror
and
woe
.
Some
jumped
up
on
chairs
in
order
to
get
a
better
view
.
Daria
Alexeyevna
ran
into
the
next
room
and
whispered
excitedly
to
Katia
and
Pasha
.
The
beautiful
German
disappeared
altogether
.
"
My
lady
!
my
sovereign
!
"
lamented
Lebedeff
,
falling
on
his
knees
before
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
and
stretching
out
his
hands
towards
the
fire
;
"
it
's
a
hundred
thousand
roubles
,
it
is
indeed
,
I
packed
it
up
myself
,
I
saw
the
money
!
My
queen
,
let
me
get
into
the
fire
after
it
--
say
the
word
--
I
'll
put
my
whole
grey
head
into
the
fire
for
it
!
I
have
a
poor
lame
wife
and
thirteen
children
.
My
father
died
of
starvation
last
week
.
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
Nastasia
Philipovna
!
"
The
wretched
little
man
wept
,
and
groaned
,
and
crawled
towards
the
fire
.
