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"
What
are
you
thinking
of
?
Do
n't
go
,
he
'll
blow
his
brains
out
in
a
minute
!
"
cried
Vera
Lebedeff
,
rushing
up
to
Hippolyte
and
catching
hold
of
his
hands
in
a
torment
of
alarm
.
"
What
are
you
thinking
of
?
He
said
he
would
blow
his
brains
out
at
sunrise
.
"
"
Oh
,
he
wo
n't
shoot
himself
!
"
cried
several
voices
,
sarcastically
.
"
Gentlemen
,
you
'd
better
look
out
,
"
cried
Colia
,
also
seizing
Hippolyte
by
the
hand
.
"
Just
look
at
him
!
Prince
,
what
are
you
thinking
of
?
"
Vera
and
Colia
,
and
Keller
,
and
Burdovsky
were
all
crowding
round
Hippolyte
now
and
holding
him
down
.
"
He
has
the
right
--
the
right
--
"
murmured
Burdovsky
.
"
Excuse
me
,
prince
,
but
what
are
your
arrangements
?
"
asked
Lebedeff
,
tipsy
and
exasperated
,
going
up
to
Muishkin
.
"
What
do
you
mean
by
'
arrangements
'
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
excuse
me
!
I
'm
master
of
this
house
,
though
I
do
not
wish
to
lack
respect
towards
you
.
You
are
master
of
the
house
too
,
in
a
way
;
but
I
ca
n't
allow
this
sort
of
thing
--
"
"
He
wo
n't
shoot
himself
;
the
boy
is
only
playing
the
fool
,
"
said
General
Ivolgin
,
suddenly
and
unexpectedly
,
with
indignation
.
"
I
know
he
wo
n't
,
I
know
he
wo
n't
,
general
;
but
I
--
I
'm
master
here
!
"
"
Listen
,
Mr.
Terentieff
,
"
said
Ptitsin
,
who
had
bidden
the
prince
good-night
,
and
was
now
holding
out
his
hand
to
Hippolyte
;
"
I
think
you
remark
in
that
manuscript
of
yours
,
that
you
bequeath
your
skeleton
to
the
Academy
.
Are
you
referring
to
your
own
skeleton
--
I
mean
,
your
very
bones
?
"
