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"
Then
,
you
do
n't
know
how
,
for
it
is
a
matter
that
needs
practice
.
Now
listen
and
learn
;
in
the
first
place
buy
good
powder
,
not
damp
(
they
say
it
must
n't
be
at
all
damp
,
but
very
dry
)
,
some
fine
kind
it
is
--
you
must
ask
for
pistol
powder
,
not
the
stuff
they
load
cannons
with
.
They
say
one
makes
the
bullets
oneself
,
somehow
or
other
.
Have
you
got
a
pistol
?
"
"
No
--
and
I
do
n't
want
one
,
"
said
the
prince
,
laughing
.
"
Oh
,
what
nonsense
!
You
must
buy
one
.
French
or
English
are
the
best
,
they
say
.
Then
take
a
little
powder
,
about
a
thimbleful
,
or
perhaps
two
,
and
pour
it
into
the
barrel
.
Better
put
plenty
.
Then
push
in
a
bit
of
felt
(
it
must
be
felt
,
for
some
reason
or
other
)
;
you
can
easily
get
a
bit
off
some
old
mattress
,
or
off
a
door
;
it
's
used
to
keep
the
cold
out
.
Well
,
when
you
have
pushed
the
felt
down
,
put
the
bullet
in
;
do
you
hear
now
?
The
bullet
last
and
the
powder
first
,
not
the
other
way
,
or
the
pistol
wo
n't
shoot
.
What
are
you
laughing
at
?
I
wish
you
to
buy
a
pistol
and
practise
every
day
,
and
you
must
learn
to
hit
a
mark
for
certain
;
will
you
?
"
The
prince
only
laughed
.
Aglaya
stamped
her
foot
with
annoyance
.
Her
serious
air
,
however
,
during
this
conversation
had
surprised
him
considerably
.
He
had
a
feeling
that
he
ought
to
be
asking
her
something
,
that
there
was
something
he
wanted
to
find
out
far
more
important
than
how
to
load
a
pistol
;
but
his
thoughts
had
all
scattered
,
and
he
was
only
aware
that
she
was
sitting
by
him
,
and
talking
to
him
,
and
that
he
was
looking
at
her
;
as
to
what
she
happened
to
be
saying
to
him
,
that
did
not
matter
in
the
least
.
The
general
now
appeared
on
the
verandah
,
coming
from
upstairs
.
He
was
on
his
way
out
,
with
an
expression
of
determination
on
his
face
,
and
of
preoccupation
and
worry
also
.
"
Ah
!
Lef
Nicolaievitch
,
it
's
you
,
is
it
?
Where
are
you
off
to
now
?
"
he
asked
,
oblivious
of
the
fact
that
the
prince
had
not
showed
the
least
sign
of
moving
.
"
Come
along
with
me
;
I
want
to
say
a
word
or
two
to
you
.
"
"
Au
revoir
,
then
!
"
said
Aglaya
,
holding
out
her
hand
to
the
prince
.
It
was
quite
dark
now
,
and
Muishkin
could
not
see
her
face
clearly
,
but
a
minute
or
two
later
,
when
he
and
the
general
had
left
the
villa
,
he
suddenly
flushed
up
,
and
squeezed
his
right
hand
tightly
.
