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The old woman examined the prince from head to foot with great curiosity. "At all events tell me whether he slept at home last night, and whether he came alone?" The old woman continued to stare at him, but said nothing. "Was not Nastasia Philipovna here with him, yesterday evening?" "And, pray, who are you yourself?" "Prince Lef Nicolaievitch Muishkin; he knows me well." "He is not at home."
"You have no right!..." As he ended thus abruptly, he leant forward, staring at the prince with his short-sighted, bloodshot eyes. The latter was so astonished, that he did not reply, but looked steadily at him in return. "Lef Nicolaievitch!" interposed Madame Epanchin, suddenly, "read this at once, this very moment! It is about this business."
You didn't return it to me next day. Haven't you got it on now?" "Yes, I have," said Rogojin. "Come along, then. I don't wish to meet my new year without you my new life, I should say, for a new life is beginning for me. Did you know, Parfen, that a new life had begun for me?" "I see for myself that it is so and I shall tell HER. But you are not quite yourself, Lef Nicolaievitch."
I'll come back directly, gentlemen, sit down there with the others, please, excuse me one moment," said the host, getting away with difficulty in order to follow Evgenie. "You are very gay here," began the latter, "and I have had quite a pleasant half-hour while I waited for you. Now then, my dear Lef Nicolaievitch, this is what's the matter.
"Alexander Nicolaievitch," he said, turning to the Secretary, "do not omit to write down this last sentence WORD FOR WORD." The Secretary of State made a short pause, only to continue with a somewhat louder voice and in a more emphatic tone
Kindly take these three letters, Lef Nicolaievitch, and throw them back to her, from me. And if she dares," cried Aglaya suddenly, much louder than before, "if she dares so much as write me one word again, tell her I shall tell my father, and that she shall be taken to a lunatic asylum." The prince jumped up in alarm at Aglaya's sudden wrath, and a mist seemed to come before his eyes.
But the old lady, before Parfen had time to touch her, raised her right hand, and, with three fingers held up, devoutly made the sign of the cross three times over the prince. She then nodded her head kindly at him once more. "There, come along, Lef Nicolaievitch; that's all I brought you here for," said Rogojin.
On receiving the news, Lizabetha and her daughters and the general all rushed off to Aglaya, followed by Prince Lef Nicolaievitch undeterred by his recent dismissal; but through Varia he was refused a sight of Aglaya here also.
About fifty yards from the hotel, at the first cross-road, as he passed through the crowd of foot-passengers sauntering along, someone touched his shoulder, and said in a whisper into his ear: "Lef Nicolaievitch, my friend, come along with me." It was Rogojin.
Very different again was the young man Boris Nicolaievitch Grogoff. No relation of the family, he seemed to spend most of his time in the Markovitch flat. A handsome young man, strongly built, with a head of untidy curly yellow hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, long hands with which he was for ever gesticulating.
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