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"
Away
,
out
of
the
way
!
"
cried
Nastasia
.
"
Make
room
,
all
of
you
!
Gania
,
what
are
you
standing
there
for
?
Do
n't
stand
on
ceremony
.
Put
in
your
hand
!
There
's
your
whole
happiness
smouldering
away
,
look
!
Quick
!
"
But
Gania
had
borne
too
much
that
day
,
and
especially
this
evening
,
and
he
was
not
prepared
for
this
last
,
quite
unexpected
trial
.
The
crowd
parted
on
each
side
of
him
and
he
was
left
face
to
face
with
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
three
paces
from
her
.
She
stood
by
the
fire
and
waited
,
with
her
intent
gaze
fixed
upon
him
.
Gania
stood
before
her
,
in
his
evening
clothes
,
holding
his
white
gloves
and
hat
in
his
hand
,
speechless
and
motionless
,
with
arms
folded
and
eyes
fixed
on
the
fire
.
A
silly
,
meaningless
smile
played
on
his
white
,
death-like
lips
.
He
could
not
take
his
eyes
off
the
smouldering
packet
;
but
it
appeared
that
something
new
had
come
to
birth
in
his
soul
--
as
though
he
were
vowing
to
himself
that
he
would
bear
this
trial
.
He
did
not
move
from
his
place
.
In
a
few
seconds
it
became
evident
to
all
that
he
did
not
intend
to
rescue
the
money
.
"
Hey
!
look
at
it
,
it
'll
burn
in
another
minute
or
two
!
"
cried
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
"
You
'll
hang
yourself
afterwards
,
you
know
,
if
it
does
!
I
'm
not
joking
.
"
The
fire
,
choked
between
a
couple
of
smouldering
pieces
of
wood
,
had
died
down
for
the
first
few
moments
after
the
packet
was
thrown
upon
it
.
But
a
little
tongue
of
fire
now
began
to
lick
the
paper
from
below
,
and
soon
,
gathering
courage
,
mounted
the
sides
of
the
parcel
,
and
crept
around
it
.
In
another
moment
,
the
whole
of
it
burst
into
flames
,
and
the
exclamations
of
woe
and
horror
were
redoubled
.
"
Nastasia
Philipovna
!
"
lamented
Lebedeff
again
,
straining
towards
the
fireplace
;
but
Rogojin
dragged
him
away
,
and
pushed
him
to
the
rear
once
more
.
The
whole
of
Rogojin
's
being
was
concentrated
in
one
rapturous
gaze
of
ecstasy
.
He
could
not
take
his
eyes
off
Nastasia
.
He
stood
drinking
her
in
,
as
it
were
.
He
was
in
the
seventh
heaven
of
delight
.
