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"
There
now
!
It
's
just
like
him
,
"
cried
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
,
boiling
over
once
more
,
and
entirely
oblivious
of
the
fact
that
she
had
just
taken
the
prince
's
part
.
"
I
dare
swear
that
you
went
up
to
town
yesterday
on
purpose
to
get
the
little
wretch
to
do
you
the
great
honour
of
coming
to
stay
at
your
house
.
You
did
go
up
to
town
,
you
know
you
did
--
you
said
so
yourself
!
Now
then
,
did
you
,
or
did
you
not
,
go
down
on
your
knees
and
beg
him
to
come
,
confess
!
"
"
No
,
he
did
n't
,
for
I
saw
it
all
myself
,
"
said
Colia
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
Hippolyte
kissed
his
hand
twice
and
thanked
him
;
and
all
the
prince
said
was
that
he
thought
Hippolyte
might
feel
better
here
in
the
country
!
"
"
Do
n't
,
Colia
,
--
what
is
the
use
of
saying
all
that
?
"
cried
the
prince
,
rising
and
taking
his
hat
.
"
Where
are
you
going
to
now
?
"
cried
Mrs.
Epanchin
.
"
Never
mind
about
him
now
,
prince
,
"
said
Colia
.
"
He
is
all
right
and
taking
a
nap
after
the
journey
.
He
is
very
happy
to
be
here
;
but
I
think
perhaps
it
would
be
better
if
you
let
him
alone
for
today
,
--
he
is
very
sensitive
now
that
he
is
so
ill
--
and
he
might
be
embarrassed
if
you
show
him
too
much
attention
at
first
.
He
is
decidedly
better
today
,
and
says
he
has
not
felt
so
well
for
the
last
six
months
,
and
has
coughed
much
less
,
too
.
"
The
prince
observed
that
Aglaya
came
out
of
her
corner
and
approached
the
table
at
this
point
.
He
did
not
dare
look
at
her
,
but
he
was
conscious
,
to
the
very
tips
of
his
fingers
,
that
she
was
gazing
at
him
,
perhaps
angrily
;
and
that
she
had
probably
flushed
up
with
a
look
of
fiery
indignation
in
her
black
eyes
.
"
It
seems
to
me
,
Mr.
Colia
,
that
you
were
very
foolish
to
bring
your
young
friend
down
--
if
he
is
the
same
consumptive
boy
who
wept
so
profusely
,
and
invited
us
all
to
his
own
funeral
,
"
remarked
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
.
"
He
talked
so
eloquently
about
the
blank
wall
outside
his
bedroom
window
,
that
I
'm
sure
he
will
never
support
life
here
without
it
.
"
"
I
think
so
too
,
"
said
Mrs.
Epanchin
;
"
he
will
quarrel
with
you
,
and
be
off
,
"
and
she
drew
her
workbox
towards
her
with
an
air
of
dignity
,
quite
oblivious
of
the
fact
that
the
family
was
about
to
start
for
a
walk
in
the
park
.
"
Yes
,
I
remember
he
boasted
about
the
blank
wall
in
an
extraordinary
way
,
"
continued
Evgenie
,
"
and
I
feel
that
without
that
blank
wall
he
will
never
be
able
to
die
eloquently
;
and
he
does
so
long
to
die
eloquently
!
"
