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"
It
is
not
my
intrigue
!
"
cried
Lebedeff
,
waving
his
hand
.
"
It
was
engineered
by
other
people
,
and
is
,
properly
speaking
,
rather
a
fantasy
than
an
intrigue
!
"
"
But
what
is
it
all
about
?
Tell
me
,
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
Can
not
you
understand
how
nearly
it
touches
me
?
Why
are
they
blackening
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
's
reputation
?
"
Lebedeff
grimaced
and
wriggled
again
.
"
Prince
!
"
said
he
.
"
Excellency
!
You
wo
n't
let
me
tell
you
the
whole
truth
;
I
have
tried
to
explain
;
more
than
once
I
have
begun
,
but
you
have
not
allowed
me
to
go
on
...
"
The
prince
gave
no
answer
,
and
sat
deep
in
thought
.
Evidently
he
was
struggling
to
decide
.
"
Very
well
!
Tell
me
the
truth
,
"
he
said
,
dejectedly
.
"
Aglaya
Ivanovna
...
"
began
Lebedeff
,
promptly
.
"
Be
silent
!
At
once
!
"
interrupted
the
prince
,
red
with
indignation
,
and
perhaps
with
shame
,
too
.
"
It
is
impossible
and
absurd
!
All
that
has
been
invented
by
you
,
or
fools
like
you
!
Let
me
never
hear
you
say
a
word
again
on
that
subject
!
"
