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"
Burning
for
nothing
,
"
shouted
others
.
"
Katia-Pasha
!
Bring
him
some
water
!
"
cried
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
Then
she
took
the
tongs
and
fished
out
the
packet
.
Nearly
the
whole
of
the
outer
covering
was
burned
away
,
but
it
was
soon
evident
that
the
contents
were
hardly
touched
.
The
packet
had
been
wrapped
in
a
threefold
covering
of
newspaper
,
and
the
notes
were
safe
.
All
breathed
more
freely
.
"
Some
dirty
little
thousand
or
so
may
be
touched
,
"
said
Lebedeff
,
immensely
relieved
,
"
but
there
's
very
little
harm
done
,
after
all
.
"
"
It
's
all
his
--
the
whole
packet
is
for
him
,
do
you
hear
--
all
of
you
?
"
cried
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
placing
the
packet
by
the
side
of
Gania
.
"
He
restrained
himself
,
and
did
n't
go
after
it
;
so
his
self-respect
is
greater
than
his
thirst
for
money
.
All
right
--
he
'll
come
to
directly
--
he
must
have
the
packet
or
he
'll
cut
his
throat
afterwards
.
There
!
He
's
coming
to
himself
.
General
,
Totski
,
all
of
you
,
did
you
hear
me
?
The
money
is
all
Gania
's
.
I
give
it
to
him
,
fully
conscious
of
my
action
,
as
recompense
for
--
well
,
for
anything
he
thinks
best
.
Tell
him
so
.
Let
it
lie
here
beside
him
.
Off
we
go
,
Rogojin
!
Goodbye
,
prince
.
I
have
seen
a
man
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
.
Goodbye
,
Afanasy
Ivanovitch
--
and
thanks
!
"
The
Rogojin
gang
followed
their
leader
and
Nastasia
Philipovna
to
the
entrance-hall
,
laughing
and
shouting
and
whistling
.
In
the
hall
the
servants
were
waiting
,
and
handed
her
her
fur
cloak
.
Martha
,
the
cook
,
ran
in
from
the
kitchen
.
Nastasia
kissed
them
all
round
.
"
Are
you
really
throwing
us
all
over
,
little
mother
?
Where
,
where
are
you
going
to
?
And
on
your
birthday
,
too
!
"
cried
the
four
girls
,
crying
over
her
and
kissing
her
hands
.
"
I
am
going
out
into
the
world
,
Katia
;
perhaps
I
shall
be
a
laundress
.
I
do
n't
know
.
No
more
of
Afanasy
Ivanovitch
,
anyhow
.
Give
him
my
respects
.
Do
n't
think
badly
of
me
,
girls
.
"
