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The
prince
jumped
up
so
furiously
that
Lebedeff
ran
towards
the
door
;
having
gained
which
strategic
position
,
however
,
he
stopped
and
looked
back
to
see
if
he
might
hope
for
pardon
.
"
Oh
,
Lebedeff
,
Lebedeff
!
Can
a
man
really
sink
to
such
depths
of
meanness
?
"
said
the
prince
,
sadly
.
Lebedeff
's
face
brightened
.
"
Oh
,
I
'm
a
mean
wretch
--
a
mean
wretch
!
"
he
said
,
approaching
the
prince
once
more
,
and
beating
his
breast
,
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
It
's
abominable
dishonesty
,
you
know
!
"
"
Dishonesty
--
it
is
,
it
is
!
That
's
the
very
word
!
"
"
What
in
the
world
induces
you
to
act
so
?
You
are
nothing
but
a
spy
.
Why
did
you
write
anonymously
to
worry
so
noble
and
generous
a
lady
?
Why
should
not
Aglaya
Ivanovna
write
a
note
to
whomever
she
pleases
?
What
did
you
mean
to
complain
of
today
?
What
did
you
expect
to
get
by
it
?
What
made
you
go
at
all
?
"
"
Pure
amiable
curiosity
,
--
I
assure
you
--
desire
to
do
a
service
.
That
's
all
.
Now
I
'm
entirely
yours
again
,
your
slave
;
hang
me
if
you
like
!
"
"
Did
you
go
before
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
in
your
present
condition
?
"
inquired
the
prince
.
