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"
What
?
Would
you
go
to
her
--
to
her
?
"
She
fell
senseless
into
his
arms
He
raised
her
,
carried
her
into
the
room
,
placed
her
in
an
arm-chair
,
and
stood
over
her
,
stupefied
.
On
the
table
stood
a
tumbler
of
water
.
Rogojin
,
who
now
returned
,
took
this
and
sprinkled
a
little
in
her
face
.
She
opened
her
eyes
,
but
for
a
moment
she
understood
nothing
.
Suddenly
she
looked
around
,
shuddered
,
gave
a
loud
cry
,
and
threw
herself
in
the
prince
's
arms
.
"
Mine
,
mine
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Has
the
proud
young
lady
gone
?
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
she
laughed
hysterically
.
"
And
I
had
given
him
up
to
her
!
Why
--
why
did
I
?
Mad
--
mad
!
Get
away
,
Rogojin
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
Rogojin
stared
intently
at
them
;
then
he
took
his
hat
,
and
without
a
word
,
left
the
room
.
A
few
moments
later
,
the
prince
was
seated
by
Nastasia
on
the
sofa
,
gazing
into
her
eyes
and
stroking
her
face
and
hair
,
as
he
would
a
little
child
's
.
He
laughed
when
she
laughed
,
and
was
ready
to
cry
when
she
cried
.
He
did
not
speak
,
but
listened
to
her
excited
,
disconnected
chatter
,
hardly
understanding
a
word
of
it
the
while
.
No
sooner
did
he
detect
the
slightest
appearance
of
complaining
,
or
weeping
,
or
reproaching
,
than
he
would
smile
at
her
kindly
,
and
begin
stroking
her
hair
and
her
cheeks
,
soothing
and
consoling
her
once
more
,
as
if
she
were
a
child
.
A
fortnight
had
passed
since
the
events
recorded
in
the
last
chapter
,
and
the
position
of
the
actors
in
our
story
had
become
so
changed
that
it
is
almost
impossible
for
us
to
continue
the
tale
without
some
few
explanations
.
Yet
we
feel
that
we
ought
to
limit
ourselves
to
the
simple
record
of
facts
,
without
much
attempt
at
explanation
,
for
a
very
patent
reason
:
because
we
ourselves
have
the
greatest
possible
difficulty
in
accounting
for
the
facts
to
be
recorded
.
Such
a
statement
on
our
part
may
appear
strange
to
the
reader
.
How
is
anyone
to
tell
a
story
which
he
can
not
understand
himself
?
In
order
to
keep
clear
of
a
false
position
,
we
had
perhaps
better
give
an
example
of
what
we
mean
;
and
probably
the
intelligent
reader
will
soon
understand
the
difficulty
.
More
especially
are
we
inclined
to
take
this
course
since
the
example
will
constitute
a
distinct
march
forward
of
our
story
,
and
will
not
hinder
the
progress
of
the
events
remaining
to
be
recorded
.
During
the
next
fortnight
--
that
is
,
through
the
early
part
of
July
--
the
history
of
our
hero
was
circulated
in
the
form
of
strange
,
diverting
,
most
unlikely-sounding
stories
,
which
passed
from
mouth
to
mouth
,
through
the
streets
and
villas
adjoining
those
inhabited
by
Lebedeff
,
Ptitsin
,
Nastasia
Philipovna
and
the
Epanchins
;
in
fact
,
pretty
well
through
the
whole
town
and
its
environs
.
All
society
--
both
the
inhabitants
of
the
place
and
those
who
came
down
of
an
evening
for
the
music
--
had
got
hold
of
one
and
the
same
story
,
in
a
thousand
varieties
of
detail
--
as
to
how
a
certain
young
prince
had
raised
a
terrible
scandal
in
a
most
respectable
household
,
had
thrown
over
a
daughter
of
the
family
,
to
whom
he
was
engaged
,
and
had
been
captured
by
a
woman
of
shady
reputation
whom
he
was
determined
to
marry
at
once
--
breaking
off
all
old
ties
for
the
satisfaction
of
his
insane
idea
;
and
,
in
spite
of
the
public
indignation
roused
by
his
action
,
the
marriage
was
to
take
place
in
Pavlofsk
openly
and
publicly
,
and
the
prince
had
announced
his
intention
of
going
through
with
it
with
head
erect
and
looking
the
whole
world
in
the
face
.
The
story
was
so
artfully
adorned
with
scandalous
details
,
and
persons
of
so
great
eminence
and
importance
were
apparently
mixed
up
in
it
,
while
,
at
the
same
time
,
the
evidence
was
so
circumstantial
,
that
it
was
no
wonder
the
matter
gave
food
for
plenty
of
curiosity
and
gossip
.
