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“Madam, will you really be so good!” he cried, with strong feeling. “Good God, you’ve saved me! You have saved a man from a violent death, from a bullet.... My eternal gratitude—” “I will give you more, infinitely more than three thousand!” cried Madame Hohlakov, looking with a radiant smile at Mitya’s ecstasy. “Infinitely? But I don’t need so much.
Besides, what I said just now about the classics being translated our teacher Kolbasnikov has said to the whole of the third class.” “The doctor has come!” cried Nina, who had been silent till then. A carriage belonging to Madame Hohlakov drove up to the gate.
And she actually put the cord round his neck, and began arranging it. In extreme embarrassment, Mitya bent down and helped her, and at last he got it under his neck-tie and collar through his shirt to his chest. “Now you can set off,” Madame Hohlakov pronounced, sitting down triumphantly in her place again. “Madam, I am so touched.
Did she really?” said Pyotr Ilyitch, eyeing him dubiously. “As soon as the sun rises to-morrow, as soon as Phœbus, ever young, flies upwards, praising and glorifying God, you go to her, this Madame Hohlakov, and ask her whether she did stump up that three thousand or not. Try and find out.” “I don’t know on what terms you are ... since you say it so positively, I suppose she did give it to you.
As he was praying, he suddenly felt in his pocket the little pink note the servant had handed him as he left Katerina Ivanovna’s. He was disturbed, but finished his prayer. Then, after some hesitation, he opened the envelope. In it was a letter to him, signed by Lise, the young daughter of Madame Hohlakov, who had laughed at him before the elder in the morning.
I wouldn’t give it you, because I like you and want to save you, for all you need is the gold-mines, the gold-mines, the gold-mines!” “Oh, the devil!” roared Mitya, and with all his might brought his fist down on the table. “Aie! Aie!” cried Madame Hohlakov, alarmed, and she flew to the other end of the drawing-room.
At last, Pyotr Ilyitch!” cried Madame Hohlakov, beaming all over as she saw Perhotin enter the room. “You are late, you are late! Well, sit down, speak, put us out of suspense. What does the counsel say. Where are you off to, Alexey Fyodorovitch?” “To Lise.” “Oh, yes. You won’t forget, you won’t forget what I asked you? It’s a question of life and death!”
You don’t know—I haven’t told you—there’s quite a story about it. He’s a rascal! Three weeks ago he began to tease me. ‘You’ve got yourself into a mess, like a fool, for the sake of three thousand, but I’m going to collar a hundred and fifty thousand. I am going to marry a widow and buy a house in Petersburg.’ And he told me he was courting Madame Hohlakov.
But if you would write three lines with your own hand, stating that you did not give Dmitri Fyodorovitch money, it might, perhaps, be of use ... in case it’s needed....” “To be sure!” Madame Hohlakov skipped, delighted, to her bureau. “And you know I’m simply struck, amazed at your resourcefulness, your good sense in such affairs. Are you in the service here?
“You must tell me all that afterwards, afterwards!” Madame Hohlakov with a gesture demanded silence in her turn, “and whatever you may tell me, I know it all beforehand; I’ve told you so already. You ask for a certain sum, for three thousand, but I can give you more, immeasurably more, I will save you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, but you must listen to me.” Mitya started from his seat again.
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