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The
same
that
he
had
seen
in
the
crowd
that
morning
at
the
station
,
the
same
that
he
had
surprised
in
Rogojin
's
rooms
some
hours
later
,
when
the
latter
had
replied
to
his
inquiry
with
a
sneering
laugh
,
"
Well
,
whose
eyes
were
they
?
"
Then
for
the
third
time
they
had
appeared
just
as
he
was
getting
into
the
train
on
his
way
to
see
Aglaya
.
He
had
had
a
strong
impulse
to
rush
up
to
Rogojin
,
and
repeat
his
words
of
the
morning
"
Whose
eyes
are
they
?
"
Instead
he
had
fled
from
the
station
,
and
knew
nothing
more
,
until
he
found
himself
gazing
into
the
window
of
a
cutler
's
shop
,
and
wondering
if
a
knife
with
a
staghorn
handle
would
cost
more
than
sixty
copecks
.
And
as
the
prince
sat
dreaming
in
the
Summer
Garden
under
a
lime-tree
,
a
wicked
demon
had
come
and
whispered
in
his
car
:
"
Rogojin
has
been
spying
upon
you
and
watching
you
all
the
morning
in
a
frenzy
of
desperation
.
When
he
finds
you
have
not
gone
to
Pavlofsk
--
a
terrible
discovery
for
him
--
he
will
surely
go
at
once
to
that
house
in
Petersburg
Side
,
and
watch
for
you
there
,
although
only
this
morning
you
gave
your
word
of
honour
not
to
see
her
,
and
swore
that
you
had
not
come
to
Petersburg
for
that
purpose
.
"
And
thereupon
the
prince
had
hastened
off
to
that
house
,
and
what
was
there
in
the
fact
that
he
had
met
Rogojin
there
?
He
had
only
seen
a
wretched
,
suffering
creature
,
whose
state
of
mind
was
gloomy
and
miserable
,
but
most
comprehensible
.
In
the
morning
Rogojin
had
seemed
to
be
trying
to
keep
out
of
the
way
;
but
at
the
station
this
afternoon
he
had
stood
out
,
he
had
concealed
himself
,
indeed
,
less
than
the
prince
himself
;
at
the
house
,
now
,
he
had
stood
fifty
yards
off
on
the
other
side
of
the
road
,
with
folded
hands
,
watching
,
plainly
in
view
and
apparently
desirous
of
being
seen
.
He
had
stood
there
like
an
accuser
,
like
a
judge
,
not
like
a
--
a
what
?
And
why
had
not
the
prince
approached
him
and
spoken
to
him
,
instead
of
turning
away
and
pretending
he
had
seen
nothing
,
although
their
eyes
met
?
(
Yes
,
their
eyes
had
met
,
and
they
had
looked
at
each
other
.
)
Why
,
he
had
himself
wished
to
take
Rogojin
by
the
hand
and
go
in
together
,
he
had
himself
determined
to
go
to
him
on
the
morrow
and
tell
him
that
he
had
seen
her
,
he
had
repudiated
the
demon
as
he
walked
to
the
house
,
and
his
heart
had
been
full
of
joy
.
Was
there
something
in
the
whole
aspect
of
the
man
,
today
,
sufficient
to
justify
the
prince
's
terror
,
and
the
awful
suspicions
of
his
demon
?
Something
seen
,
but
indescribable
,
which
filled
him
with
dreadful
presentiments
?
Yes
,
he
was
convinced
of
it
--
convinced
of
what
?
(
Oh
,
how
mean
and
hideous
of
him
to
feel
this
conviction
,
this
presentiment
!
How
he
blamed
himself
for
it
!
)
"
Speak
if
you
dare
,
and
tell
me
,
what
is
the
presentiment
?
"
he
repeated
to
himself
,
over
and
over
again
.
"
Put
it
into
words
,
speak
out
clearly
and
distinctly
.
Oh
,
miserable
coward
that
I
am
!
"
The
prince
flushed
with
shame
for
his
own
baseness
.
"
How
shall
I
ever
look
this
man
in
the
face
again
?
My
God
,
what
a
day
!
And
what
a
nightmare
,
what
a
nightmare
!
"
There
was
a
moment
,
during
this
long
,
wretched
walk
back
from
the
Petersburg
Side
,
when
the
prince
felt
an
irresistible
desire
to
go
straight
to
Rogojin
's
,
wait
for
him
,
embrace
him
with
tears
of
shame
and
contrition
,
and
tell
him
of
his
distrust
,
and
finish
with
it
--
once
for
all
.
But
here
he
was
back
at
his
hotel
.
How
often
during
the
day
he
had
thought
of
this
hotel
with
loathing
--
its
corridor
,
its
rooms
,
its
stairs
.
How
he
had
dreaded
coming
back
to
it
,
for
some
reason
.
"
What
a
regular
old
woman
I
am
today
,
"
he
had
said
to
himself
each
time
,
with
annoyance
.
"
I
believe
in
every
foolish
presentiment
that
comes
into
my
head
.
"
He
stopped
for
a
moment
at
the
door
;
a
great
flush
of
shame
came
over
him
.
"
I
am
a
coward
,
a
wretched
coward
,
"
he
said
,
and
moved
forward
again
;
but
once
more
he
paused
.
