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"
How
about
your
letters
?
Who
asked
you
to
try
to
persuade
me
to
marry
him
?
Was
not
that
a
declaration
from
you
?
Why
do
you
force
yourself
upon
us
in
this
way
?
I
confess
I
thought
at
first
that
you
were
anxious
to
arouse
an
aversion
for
him
in
my
heart
by
your
meddling
,
in
order
that
I
might
give
him
up
;
and
it
was
only
afterwards
that
I
guessed
the
truth
.
You
imagined
that
you
were
doing
an
heroic
action
!
How
could
you
spare
any
love
for
him
,
when
you
love
your
own
vanity
to
such
an
extent
?
Why
could
you
not
simply
go
away
from
here
,
instead
of
writing
me
those
absurd
letters
?
Why
do
you
not
now
marry
that
generous
man
who
loves
you
,
and
has
done
you
the
honour
of
offering
you
his
hand
?
It
is
plain
enough
why
;
if
you
marry
Rogojin
you
lose
your
grievance
;
you
will
have
nothing
more
to
complain
of
.
You
will
be
receiving
too
much
honour
.
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
was
saying
the
other
day
that
you
had
read
too
many
poems
and
are
too
well
educated
for
--
your
position
;
and
that
you
live
in
idleness
.
Add
to
this
your
vanity
,
and
,
there
you
have
reason
enough
--
"
"
And
do
you
not
live
in
idleness
?
"
Things
had
come
to
this
unexpected
point
too
quickly
.
Unexpected
because
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
on
her
way
to
Pavlofsk
,
had
thought
and
considered
a
good
deal
,
and
had
expected
something
different
,
though
perhaps
not
altogether
good
,
from
this
interview
;
but
Aglaya
had
been
carried
away
by
her
own
outburst
,
just
as
a
rolling
stone
gathers
impetus
as
it
careers
downhill
,
and
could
not
restrain
herself
in
the
satisfaction
of
revenge
.
It
was
strange
,
Nastasia
Philipovna
felt
,
to
see
Aglaya
like
this
.
She
gazed
at
her
,
and
could
hardly
believe
her
eyes
and
ears
for
a
moment
or
two
.
Whether
she
were
a
woman
who
had
read
too
many
poems
,
as
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
supposed
,
or
whether
she
were
mad
,
as
the
prince
had
assured
Aglaya
,
at
all
events
,
this
was
a
woman
who
,
in
spite
of
her
occasionally
cynical
and
audacious
manner
,
was
far
more
refined
and
trustful
and
sensitive
than
appeared
.
There
was
a
certain
amount
of
romantic
dreaminess
and
caprice
in
her
,
but
with
the
fantastic
was
mingled
much
that
was
strong
and
deep
.
The
prince
realized
this
,
and
great
suffering
expressed
itself
in
his
face
.
Aglaya
observed
it
,
and
trembled
with
anger
.
"
How
dare
you
speak
so
to
me
?
"
she
said
,
with
a
haughtiness
which
was
quite
indescribable
,
replying
to
Nastasia
's
last
remark
.
"
You
must
have
misunderstood
what
I
said
,
"
said
Nastasia
,
in
some
surprise
.
"
If
you
wished
to
preserve
your
good
name
,
why
did
you
not
give
up
your
--
your
'
guardian
,
'
Totski
,
without
all
that
theatrical
posturing
?
"
said
Aglaya
,
suddenly
a
propos
of
nothing
.
