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With tears and lamentations she reproached Pyotr Stepanovitch for his "desertion." I was struck at once by the fact that she ascribed the whole failure, the whole ignominy of the matinee, everything in fact, to Pyotr Stepanovitch's absence. In him I observed an important change: he seemed a shade too anxious, almost serious.
He had hardly touched Kirillov when the latter bent down quickly and with his head knocked the candle out of Pyotr Stepanovitch's hand; the candlestick fell with a clang on the ground and the candle went out. At the same moment he was conscious of a fearful pain in the little finger of his left hand.
This time Pyotr Stepanovitch was not late; he came with Tolkatchenko. Tolkatchenko looked frowning and anxious; all his assumed determination and insolent bravado had vanished. He scarcely left Pyotr Stepanovitch's side, and seemed to have become all at once immensely devoted to him.
Liputin ran to Pyotr Stepanovitch's lodgings and succeeded in learning at the back door, on the sly, that though Pyotr Stepanovitch had not returned home till about one o'clock at night, he had slept there quietly all night till eight o'clock next morning.
"He was standing in the middle of the room, thinking," flashed like a whirlwind through Pyotr Stepanovitch's mind, "and the room was dark and horrible too.... He roared and rushed at me. There are two possibilities: either I interrupted him at the very second when he was pulling the trigger or... or he was standing planning how to kill me.
Her patronage partly explained Pyotr Stepanovitch's rapid success in our society a success with which Stepan Trofimovitch was particularly impressed at the time. We possibly exaggerated it. To begin with, Pyotr Stepanovitch seemed to make acquaintance almost instantly with the whole town within the first four days of his arrival.
"But you won't be the only one to kill yourself; there are lots of suicides." "With good cause. But to do it without any cause at all, simply for self-will, I am the only one." "He won't shoot himself," flashed across Pyotr Stepanovitch's ruined again. "Do you know," he observed irritably, "if I were in your place I should kill some one else to show my self-will, not myself. You might be of use.
"There's a flavour of mysticism about that; goodness knows what to make of you people!" No one answered; there was a full minute of silence. "But I know one thing," he added abruptly, "that no superstition will prevent any one of us from doing his duty." "Has Stavrogin gone?" asked Kirillov. "Yes." "He's done well." Pyotr Stepanovitch's eyes gleamed, but he restrained himself.
He started, hearing Pyotr Stepanovitch's sudden outburst, and hurriedly put the letter under a paper-weight, but did not quite succeed; a corner of the letter and almost the whole envelope showed.
They'll be your slaves, they won't dare to rebel or call you to account. Ha ha ha!" "But you... you shall pay for those words," Pyotr Stepanovitch thought to himself, "and this very evening, in fact. You go too far." This or something like this must have been Pyotr Stepanovitch's reflection. They were approaching Virginsky's house.
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