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"
I
have
told
you
already
,
that
I
will
not
go
away
until
I
have
got
what
I
ask
.
Why
are
you
smiling
,
prince
?
You
look
as
if
you
disapproved
of
me
.
"
"
I
am
not
smiling
,
but
I
really
think
you
are
in
the
wrong
,
somewhat
,
"
replied
Muishkin
,
reluctantly
.
"
Do
n't
shuffle
!
Say
plainly
that
you
think
that
I
am
quite
wrong
,
without
any
'
somewhat
'
!
Why
'
somewhat
'
?
"
"
I
will
say
you
are
quite
wrong
,
if
you
wish
.
"
"
If
I
wish
!
That
's
good
,
I
must
say
!
Do
you
think
I
am
deceived
as
to
the
flagrant
impropriety
of
my
conduct
?
I
am
quite
aware
that
his
money
is
his
own
,
and
that
my
action
--
is
much
like
an
attempt
at
extortion
.
But
you-you
do
n't
know
what
life
is
!
If
people
do
n't
learn
by
experience
,
they
never
understand
.
They
must
be
taught
.
My
intentions
are
perfectly
honest
;
on
my
conscience
he
will
lose
nothing
,
and
I
will
pay
back
the
money
with
interest
.
Added
to
which
he
has
had
the
moral
satisfaction
of
seeing
me
disgraced
.
What
does
he
want
more
?
and
what
is
he
good
for
if
he
never
helps
anyone
?
Look
what
he
does
himself
!
just
ask
him
about
his
dealings
with
others
,
how
he
deceives
people
!
How
did
he
manage
to
buy
this
house
?
You
may
cut
off
my
head
if
he
has
not
let
you
in
for
something
--
and
if
he
is
not
trying
to
cheat
you
again
.
You
are
smiling
.
You
do
n't
believe
me
?
"
"
It
seems
to
me
that
all
this
has
nothing
to
do
with
your
affairs
,
"
remarked
the
prince
.
"
I
have
lain
here
now
for
three
days
,
"
cried
the
young
man
without
noticing
,
"
and
I
have
seen
a
lot
!
Fancy
!
he
suspects
his
daughter
,
that
angel
,
that
orphan
,
my
cousin
--
he
suspects
her
,
and
every
evening
he
searches
her
room
,
to
see
if
she
has
a
lover
hidden
in
it
!
He
comes
here
too
on
tiptoe
,
creeping
softly
--
oh
,
so
softly
--
and
looks
under
the
sofa
--
my
bed
,
you
know
.
He
is
mad
with
suspicion
,
and
sees
a
thief
in
every
corner
.
He
runs
about
all
night
long
;
he
was
up
at
least
seven
times
last
night
,
to
satisfy
himself
that
the
windows
and
doors
were
barred
,
and
to
peep
into
the
oven
.
That
man
who
appears
in
court
for
scoundrels
,
rushes
in
here
in
the
night
and
prays
,
lying
prostrate
,
banging
his
head
on
the
ground
by
the
half-hour
--
and
for
whom
do
you
think
he
prays
?
Who
are
the
sinners
figuring
in
his
drunken
petitions
?
I
have
heard
him
with
my
own
ears
praying
for
the
repose
of
the
soul
of
the
Countess
du
Barry
!
Colia
heard
it
too
.
He
is
as
mad
as
a
March
hare
!
"
"
You
hear
how
he
slanders
me
,
prince
,
"
said
Lebedeff
,
almost
beside
himself
with
rage
.
"
I
may
be
a
drunkard
,
an
evil-doer
,
a
thief
,
but
at
least
I
can
say
one
thing
for
myself
.
He
does
not
know
--
how
should
he
,
mocker
that
he
is
?
--
that
when
he
came
into
the
world
it
was
I
who
washed
him
,
and
dressed
him
in
his
swathing-bands
,
for
my
sister
Anisia
had
lost
her
husband
,
and
was
in
great
poverty
.
I
was
very
little
better
off
than
she
,
but
I
sat
up
night
after
night
with
her
,
and
nursed
both
mother
and
child
;
I
used
to
go
downstairs
and
steal
wood
for
them
from
the
house-porter
.
How
often
did
I
sing
him
to
sleep
when
I
was
half
dead
with
hunger
!
In
short
,
I
was
more
than
a
father
to
him
,
and
now
--
now
he
jeers
at
me
!
Even
if
I
did
cross
myself
,
and
pray
for
the
repose
of
the
soul
of
the
Comtesse
du
Barry
,
what
does
it
matter
?
Three
days
ago
,
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
,
I
read
her
biography
in
an
historical
dictionary
.
Do
you
know
who
she
was
?
You
there
!
"
addressing
his
nephew
.
"
Speak
!
do
you
know
?
"
