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I had never seen any of you then; I did not even know your names; I only judged by Tchebaroff; I am speaking quite generally if you only knew how I have been 'done' since I came into my fortune!" "You are shockingly naive, prince," said Lebedeff's nephew in mocking tones.
I should be surprised if any one of you could have written it." "I did not know of its existence till this moment," declared Hippolyte. "I do not approve of it." "I knew it had been written, but I would not have advised its publication," said Lebedeff's nephew, "because it is premature." "I knew it, but I have a right. I... I..." stammered the "son of Pavlicheff." "What!
He says, 'Forgive me for offering you a fortune. And you, you mountebank, what are you laughing at?" she cried, turning suddenly on Lebedeff's nephew. "'We refuse ten thousand roubles; we do not beseech, we demand! As if he did not know that this idiot will call on them tomorrow to renew his offers of money and friendship. You will, won't you? You will? Come, will you, or won't you?"
In the next room her younger sister lay on a wooden chest, sound asleep, with her mouth wide open; but the boy, Lebedeff's son, had taken up his position close beside Colia and Hippolyte, his face lit up with interest in the conversation of his father and the rest, to which he would willingly have listened for ten hours at a stretch.
The evening was very close; thunder was heard some way off. The prince was haunted all that day by the face of Lebedeff's nephew whom he had seen for the first time that morning, just as one is haunted at times by some persistent musical refrain. By a curious association of ideas, the young man always appeared as the murderer of whom Lebedeff had spoken when introducing him to Muishkin.
Burdovsky, to make this claim, by taking advantage of your simplicity." "You have no right.... I am not simple," stammered Burdovsky, much agitated. "You have no sort of right to suppose such things," said Lebedeff's nephew in a tone of authority. "It is most offensive!" shrieked Hippolyte; "it is an insulting suggestion, false, and most ill-timed."
"Allow me, gentlemen," said Gavrila Ardalionovitch, who had just examined the contents of the envelope, "there are only a hundred roubles here, not two hundred and fifty. I point this out, prince, to prevent misunderstanding." "Never mind, never mind," said the prince, signing to him to keep quiet. "But we do mind," said Lebedeff's nephew vehemently. "Prince, your 'never mind' is an insult to us.
"I leave Lebedeff's house, my dear prince, because I have quarrelled with this person. I broke with him last night, and am very sorry that I did not do so before. I expect respect, prince, even from those to whom I give my heart, so to speak. Prince, I have often given away my heart, and am nearly always deceived. This person was quite unworthy of the gift."
We have nothing to hide; our actions can bear daylight. It is true that there are only a hundred roubles instead of two hundred and fifty, but it is all the same." "Why, no, it is hardly the same," remarked Gavrila Ardalionovitch, with an air of ingenuous surprise. "Don't interrupt, we are not such fools as you think, Mr. Lawyer," cried Lebedeff's nephew angrily.
Lizabetha Prokofievna was about to rise, when she saw Hippolyte laughing, and turned upon him with irritation. "Well, sir, I suppose you wanted to make me look ridiculous?" "Heaven forbid!" he answered, with a forced smile. "But I am more than ever struck by your eccentricity, Lizabetha Prokofievna. I admit that I told you of Lebedeff's duplicity, on purpose.
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