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Tomorrow
,
he
would
go
and
tell
him
that
he
had
seen
her
.
Why
,
he
had
only
come
for
the
sole
purpose
of
seeing
her
,
all
the
way
from
Moscow
!
Perhaps
she
might
be
here
still
,
who
knows
?
She
might
not
have
gone
away
to
Pavlofsk
yet
.
Yes
,
all
this
must
be
put
straight
and
above-board
,
there
must
be
no
more
passionate
renouncements
,
such
as
Rogojin
's
.
It
must
all
be
clear
as
day
.
Can
not
Rogojin
's
soul
bear
the
light
?
He
said
he
did
not
love
her
with
sympathy
and
pity
;
true
,
he
added
that
"
your
pity
is
greater
than
my
love
,
"
but
he
was
not
quite
fair
on
himself
there
.
Kin
!
Rogojin
reading
a
book
--
was
n't
that
sympathy
beginning
?
Did
it
not
show
that
he
comprehended
his
relations
with
her
?
And
his
story
of
waiting
day
and
night
for
her
forgiveness
?
That
did
n't
look
quite
like
passion
alone
.
And
as
to
her
face
,
could
it
inspire
nothing
but
passion
?
Could
her
face
inspire
passion
at
all
now
?
Oh
,
it
inspired
suffering
,
grief
,
overwhelming
grief
of
the
soul
!
A
poignant
,
agonizing
memory
swept
over
the
prince
's
heart
.
Yes
,
agonizing
.
He
remembered
how
he
had
suffered
that
first
day
when
he
thought
he
observed
in
her
the
symptoms
of
madness
.
He
had
almost
fallen
into
despair
.
How
could
he
have
lost
his
hold
upon
her
when
she
ran
away
from
him
to
Rogojin
?
He
ought
to
have
run
after
her
himself
,
rather
than
wait
for
news
as
he
had
done
.
Can
Rogojin
have
failed
to
observe
,
up
to
now
,
that
she
is
mad
?
Rogojin
attributes
her
strangeness
to
other
causes
,
to
passion
!
What
insane
jealousy
!
What
was
it
he
had
hinted
at
in
that
suggestion
of
his
?
The
prince
suddenly
blushed
,
and
shuddered
to
his
very
heart
.
But
why
recall
all
this
?
There
was
insanity
on
both
sides
.
For
him
,
the
prince
,
to
love
this
woman
with
passion
,
was
unthinkable
.
It
would
be
cruel
and
inhuman
.
Yes
.
Rogojin
is
not
fair
to
himself
;
he
has
a
large
heart
;
he
has
aptitude
for
sympathy
.
When
he
learns
the
truth
,
and
finds
what
a
pitiable
being
is
this
injured
,
broken
,
half-insane
creature
,
he
will
forgive
her
all
the
torment
she
has
caused
him
.
He
will
become
her
slave
,
her
brother
,
her
friend
.
Compassion
will
teach
even
Rogojin
,
it
will
show
him
how
to
reason
.
Compassion
is
the
chief
law
of
human
existence
.
Oh
,
how
guilty
he
felt
towards
Rogojin
!
And
,
for
a
few
warm
,
hasty
words
spoken
in
Moscow
,
Parfen
had
called
him
"
brother
,
"
while
he
--
but
no
,
this
was
delirium
!
It
would
all
come
right
!
That
gloomy
Parfen
had
implied
that
his
faith
was
waning
;
he
must
suffer
dreadfully
.
He
said
he
liked
to
look
at
that
picture
;
it
was
not
that
he
liked
it
,
but
he
felt
the
need
of
looking
at
it
.
Rogojin
was
not
merely
a
passionate
soul
;
he
was
a
fighter
.
He
was
fighting
for
the
restoration
of
his
dying
faith
.
He
must
have
something
to
hold
on
to
and
believe
,
and
someone
to
believe
in
.
What
a
strange
picture
that
of
Holbein
's
is
!
Why
,
this
is
the
street
,
and
here
's
the
house
,
No.
16
.
The
prince
rang
the
bell
,
and
asked
for
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
The
lady
of
the
house
came
out
,
and
stated
that
Nastasia
had
gone
to
stay
with
Daria
Alexeyevna
at
Pavlofsk
,
and
might
be
there
some
days
.
Madame
Filisoff
was
a
little
woman
of
forty
,
with
a
cunning
face
,
and
crafty
,
piercing
eyes
.
When
,
with
an
air
of
mystery
,
she
asked
her
visitor
's
name
,
he
refused
at
first
to
answer
,
but
in
a
moment
he
changed
his
mind
,
and
left
strict
instructions
that
it
should
be
given
to
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
The
urgency
of
his
request
seemed
to
impress
Madame
Filisoff
,
and
she
put
on
a
knowing
expression
,
as
if
to
say
,
"
You
need
not
be
afraid
,
I
quite
understand
.
"
The
prince
's
name
evidently
was
a
great
surprise
to
her
.
He
stood
and
looked
absently
at
her
for
a
moment
,
then
turned
,
and
took
the
road
back
to
his
hotel
.
But
he
went
away
not
as
he
came
.
A
great
change
had
suddenly
come
over
him
.
He
went
blindly
forward
;
his
knees
shook
under
him
;
he
was
tormented
by
"
ideas
"
;
his
lips
were
blue
,
and
trembled
with
a
feeble
,
meaningless
smile
.
His
demon
was
upon
him
once
more
.
What
had
happened
to
him
?
Why
was
his
brow
clammy
with
drops
of
moisture
,
his
knees
shaking
beneath
him
,
and
his
soul
oppressed
with
a
cold
gloom
?
Was
it
because
he
had
just
seen
these
dreadful
eyes
again
?
Why
,
he
had
left
the
Summer
Garden
on
purpose
to
see
them
;
that
had
been
his
"
idea
.
"
He
had
wished
to
assure
himself
that
he
would
see
them
once
more
at
that
house
.
Then
why
was
he
so
overwhelmed
now
,
having
seen
them
as
he
expected
?
just
as
though
he
had
not
expected
to
see
them
!
Yes
,
they
were
the
very
same
eyes
;
and
no
doubt
about
it
.
