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"
Well
,
let
me
at
least
embrace
you
and
say
goodbye
,
you
strange
fellow
!
"
cried
the
prince
,
looking
with
gentle
reproach
at
Rogojin
,
and
advancing
towards
him
.
But
the
latter
had
hardly
raised
his
arms
when
he
dropped
them
again
.
He
could
not
make
up
his
mind
to
it
;
he
turned
away
from
the
prince
in
order
to
avoid
looking
at
him
.
He
could
not
embrace
him
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
"
he
muttered
,
indistinctly
,
"
though
I
have
taken
your
cross
,
I
shall
not
murder
you
for
your
watch
.
"
So
saying
,
he
laughed
suddenly
,
and
strangely
.
Then
in
a
moment
his
face
became
transfigured
;
he
grew
deadly
white
,
his
lips
trembled
,
his
eyes
burned
like
fire
.
He
stretched
out
his
arms
and
held
the
prince
tightly
to
him
,
and
said
in
a
strangled
voice
:
"
Well
,
take
her
!
It
's
Fate
!
She
's
yours
.
I
surrender
her
...
Remember
Rogojin
!
"
And
pushing
the
prince
from
him
,
without
looking
back
at
him
,
he
hurriedly
entered
his
own
flat
,
and
banged
the
door
.
It
was
late
now
,
nearly
half-past
two
,
and
the
prince
did
not
find
General
Epanchin
at
home
.
He
left
a
card
,
and
determined
to
look
up
Colia
,
who
had
a
room
at
a
small
hotel
near
.
Colia
was
not
in
,
but
he
was
informed
that
he
might
be
back
shortly
,
and
had
left
word
that
if
he
were
not
in
by
half-past
three
it
was
to
be
understood
that
he
had
gone
to
Pavlofsk
to
General
Epanchin
's
,
and
would
dine
there
.
The
prince
decided
to
wait
till
half-past
three
,
and
ordered
some
dinner
.
At
half-past
three
there
was
no
sign
of
Colia
.
The
prince
waited
until
four
o'clock
,
and
then
strolled
off
mechanically
wherever
his
feet
should
carry
him
.
In
early
summer
there
are
often
magnificent
days
in
St.
Petersburg
--
bright
,
hot
and
still
.
This
happened
to
be
such
a
day
.
For
some
time
the
prince
wandered
about
without
aim
or
object
.
He
did
not
know
the
town
well
.
He
stopped
to
look
about
him
on
bridges
,
at
street
corners
.
He
entered
a
confectioner
's
shop
to
rest
,
once
.
He
was
in
a
state
of
nervous
excitement
and
perturbation
;
he
noticed
nothing
and
no
one
;
and
he
felt
a
craving
for
solitude
,
to
be
alone
with
his
thoughts
and
his
emotions
,
and
to
give
himself
up
to
them
passively
.
He
loathed
the
idea
of
trying
to
answer
the
questions
that
would
rise
up
in
his
heart
and
mind
.
"
I
am
not
to
blame
for
all
this
,
"
he
thought
to
himself
,
half
unconsciously
.
Towards
six
o'clock
he
found
himself
at
the
station
of
the
Tsarsko-Selski
railway
.
He
was
tired
of
solitude
now
;
a
new
rush
of
feeling
took
hold
of
him
,
and
a
flood
of
light
chased
away
the
gloom
,
for
a
moment
,
from
his
soul
.
He
took
a
ticket
to
Pavlofsk
,
and
determined
to
get
there
as
fast
as
he
could
,
but
something
stopped
him
;
a
reality
,
and
not
a
fantasy
,
as
he
was
inclined
to
think
it
.
He
was
about
to
take
his
place
in
a
carriage
,
when
he
suddenly
threw
away
his
ticket
and
came
out
again
,
disturbed
and
thoughtful
.
A
few
moments
later
,
in
the
street
,
he
recalled
something
that
had
bothered
him
all
the
afternoon
.
He
caught
himself
engaged
in
a
strange
occupation
which
he
now
recollected
he
had
taken
up
at
odd
moments
for
the
last
few
hours
--
it
was
looking
about
all
around
him
for
something
,
he
did
not
know
what
.
He
had
forgotten
it
for
a
while
,
half
an
hour
or
so
,
and
now
,
suddenly
,
the
uneasy
search
had
recommenced
.
But
he
had
hardly
become
conscious
of
this
curious
phenomenon
,
when
another
recollection
suddenly
swam
through
his
brain
,
interesting
him
for
the
moment
,
exceedingly
.
He
remembered
that
the
last
time
he
had
been
engaged
in
looking
around
him
for
the
unknown
something
,
he
was
standing
before
a
cutler
's
shop
,
in
the
window
of
which
were
exposed
certain
goods
for
sale
.
He
was
extremely
anxious
now
to
discover
whether
this
shop
and
these
goods
really
existed
,
or
whether
the
whole
thing
had
been
a
hallucination
.
