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"
Calm
yourself
,
my
dear
fellow
.
You
are
exaggerating
again
;
you
really
have
no
occasion
to
be
so
grateful
to
us
.
It
is
a
feeling
which
does
you
great
credit
,
but
an
exaggeration
,
for
all
that
.
"
"
I
am
not
exactly
thanking
you
,
I
am
only
feeling
a
growing
admiration
for
you
--
it
makes
me
happy
to
look
at
you
.
I
dare
say
I
am
speaking
very
foolishly
,
but
I
must
speak
--
I
must
explain
,
if
it
be
out
of
nothing
better
than
self-respect
.
"
All
he
said
and
did
was
abrupt
,
confused
,
feverish
--
very
likely
the
words
he
spoke
,
as
often
as
not
,
were
not
those
he
wished
to
say
.
He
seemed
to
inquire
whether
he
might
speak
.
His
eyes
lighted
on
Princess
Bielokonski
.
"
All
right
,
my
friend
,
talk
away
,
talk
away
!
"
she
remarked
.
"
Only
do
n't
lose
your
breath
;
you
were
in
such
a
hurry
when
you
began
,
and
look
what
you
've
come
to
now
!
Do
n't
be
afraid
of
speaking
--
all
these
ladies
and
gentlemen
have
seen
far
stranger
people
than
yourself
;
you
do
n't
astonish
them
.
You
are
nothing
out-of-the-way
remarkable
,
you
know
.
You
've
done
nothing
but
break
a
vase
,
and
give
us
all
a
fright
.
"
The
prince
listened
,
smiling
.
"
Was
n't
it
you
,
"
he
said
,
suddenly
turning
to
the
old
gentleman
,
"
who
saved
the
student
Porkunoff
and
a
clerk
called
Shoabrin
from
being
sent
to
Siberia
,
two
or
three
months
since
?
"
The
old
dignitary
blushed
a
little
,
and
murmured
that
the
prince
had
better
not
excite
himself
further
.
"
And
I
have
heard
of
you
,
"
continued
the
prince
,
addressing
Ivan
Petrovitch
,
"
that
when
some
of
your
villagers
were
burned
out
you
gave
them
wood
to
build
up
their
houses
again
,
though
they
were
no
longer
your
serfs
and
had
behaved
badly
towards
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
,
come
!
You
are
exaggerating
,
"
said
Ivan
Petrovitch
,
beaming
with
satisfaction
,
all
the
same
.
He
was
right
,
however
,
in
this
instance
,
for
the
report
had
reached
the
prince
's
ears
in
an
incorrect
form
.
"
And
you
,
princess
,
"
he
went
on
,
addressing
Princess
Bielokonski
,
"
was
it
not
you
who
received
me
in
Moscow
,
six
months
since
,
as
kindly
as
though
I
had
been
your
own
son
,
in
response
to
a
letter
from
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
;
and
gave
me
one
piece
of
advice
,
again
as
to
your
own
son
,
which
I
shall
never
forget
?
Do
you
remember
?
"
