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Hippolyte
went
out
.
There
was
no
reason
for
the
prince
to
set
anyone
to
watch
,
even
if
he
had
been
capable
of
such
a
thing
.
Aglaya
's
command
that
he
should
stay
at
home
all
day
seemed
almost
explained
now
.
Perhaps
she
meant
to
call
for
him
,
herself
,
or
it
might
be
,
of
course
,
that
she
was
anxious
to
make
sure
of
his
not
coming
there
,
and
therefore
bade
him
remain
at
home
.
His
head
whirled
;
the
whole
room
seemed
to
be
turning
round
.
He
lay
down
on
the
sofa
,
and
closed
his
eyes
.
One
way
or
the
other
the
question
was
to
be
decided
at
last
--
finally
.
Oh
,
no
,
he
did
not
think
of
Aglaya
as
a
boarding-school
miss
,
or
a
young
lady
of
the
conventional
type
!
He
had
long
since
feared
that
she
might
take
some
such
step
as
this
.
But
why
did
she
wish
to
see
Nastasia
?
He
shivered
all
over
as
he
lay
;
he
was
in
high
fever
again
.
No
!
he
did
not
account
her
a
child
.
Certain
of
her
looks
,
certain
of
her
words
,
of
late
,
had
filled
him
with
apprehension
.
At
times
it
had
struck
him
that
she
was
putting
too
great
a
restraint
upon
herself
,
and
he
remembered
that
he
had
been
alarmed
to
observe
this
.
He
had
tried
,
all
these
days
,
to
drive
away
the
heavy
thoughts
that
oppressed
him
;
but
what
was
the
hidden
mystery
of
that
soul
?
The
question
had
long
tormented
him
,
although
he
implicitly
trusted
that
soul
.
And
now
it
was
all
to
be
cleared
up
.
It
was
a
dreadful
thought
.
And
"
that
woman
"
again
!
Why
did
he
always
feel
as
though
"
that
woman
"
were
fated
to
appear
at
each
critical
moment
of
his
life
,
and
tear
the
thread
of
his
destiny
like
a
bit
of
rotten
string
?
That
he
always
had
felt
this
he
was
ready
to
swear
,
although
he
was
half
delirious
at
the
moment
.
If
he
had
tried
to
forget
her
,
all
this
time
,
it
was
simply
because
he
was
afraid
of
her
.
Did
he
love
the
woman
or
hate
her
?
This
question
he
did
not
once
ask
himself
today
;
his
heart
was
quite
pure
.
He
knew
whom
he
loved
.
He
was
not
so
much
afraid
of
this
meeting
,
nor
of
its
strangeness
,
nor
of
any
reasons
there
might
be
for
it
,
unknown
to
himself
;
he
was
afraid
of
the
woman
herself
,
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
He
remembered
,
some
days
afterwards
,
how
during
all
those
fevered
hours
he
had
seen
but
her
eyes
,
her
look
,
had
heard
her
voice
,
strange
words
of
hers
;
he
remembered
that
this
was
so
,
although
he
could
not
recollect
the
details
of
his
thoughts
.
He
could
remember
that
Vera
brought
him
some
dinner
,
and
that
he
took
it
;
but
whether
he
slept
after
dinner
,
or
no
,
he
could
not
recollect
.
He
only
knew
that
he
began
to
distinguish
things
clearly
from
the
moment
when
Aglaya
suddenly
appeared
,
and
he
jumped
up
from
the
sofa
and
went
to
meet
her
.
It
was
just
a
quarter
past
seven
then
.
