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But
if
you
call
society
inhuman
you
imply
that
the
young
girl
is
made
to
suffer
by
its
censure
.
How
then
,
can
you
hold
her
up
to
the
scorn
of
society
in
the
newspapers
without
realizing
that
you
are
making
her
suffering
,
still
greater
?
Madmen
!
Vain
fools
!
They
do
n't
believe
in
God
,
they
do
n't
believe
in
Christ
!
But
you
are
so
eaten
up
by
pride
and
vanity
,
that
you
will
end
by
devouring
each
other
--
that
is
my
prophecy
!
Is
not
this
absurd
?
Is
it
not
monstrous
chaos
?
And
after
all
this
,
that
shameless
creature
will
go
and
beg
their
pardon
!
Are
there
many
people
like
you
?
What
are
you
smiling
at
?
Because
I
am
not
ashamed
to
disgrace
myself
before
you
?
--
Yes
,
I
am
disgraced
--
it
ca
n't
be
helped
now
!
But
do
n't
you
jeer
at
me
,
you
scum
!
"
(
this
was
aimed
at
Hippolyte
)
.
"
He
is
almost
at
his
last
gasp
,
yet
he
corrupts
others
.
You
,
have
got
hold
of
this
lad
--
"
(
she
pointed
to
Colia
)
;
"
you
,
have
turned
his
head
,
you
have
taught
him
to
be
an
atheist
,
you
do
n't
believe
in
God
,
and
you
are
not
too
old
to
be
whipped
,
sir
!
A
plague
upon
you
!
And
so
,
Prince
Lef
Nicolaievitch
,
you
will
call
on
them
tomorrow
,
will
you
?
"
she
asked
the
prince
breathlessly
,
for
the
second
time
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Then
I
will
never
speak
to
you
again
.
"
She
made
a
sudden
movement
to
go
,
and
then
turned
quickly
back
.
"
And
you
will
call
on
that
atheist
?
"
she
continued
,
pointing
to
Hippolyte
.
"
How
dare
you
grin
at
me
like
that
?
"
she
shouted
furiously
,
rushing
at
the
invalid
,
whose
mocking
smile
drove
her
to
distraction
.
Exclamations
arose
on
all
sides
.
"
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
!
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
!
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
!
"
"
Mother
,
this
is
disgraceful
!
"
cried
Aglaya
.
Mrs.
Epanchin
had
approached
Hippolyte
and
seized
him
firmly
by
the
arm
,
while
her
eyes
,
blazing
with
fury
,
were
fixed
upon
his
face
.
"
Do
not
distress
yourself
,
Aglaya
Ivanovitch
,
"
he
answered
calmly
;
"
your
mother
knows
that
one
can
not
strike
a
dying
man
.
I
am
ready
to
explain
why
I
was
laughing
.
I
shall
be
delighted
if
you
will
let
me
--
"
A
violent
fit
of
coughing
,
which
lasted
a
full
minute
,
prevented
him
from
finishing
his
sentence
.
"
He
is
dying
,
yet
he
will
not
stop
holding
forth
!
"
cried
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
.
She
loosed
her
hold
on
his
arm
,
almost
terrified
,
as
she
saw
him
wiping
the
blood
from
his
lips
.
"
Why
do
you
talk
?
You
ought
to
go
home
to
bed
.
"
