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Oh, God!” Ivan cried, unable to restrain himself at last, and forgetting that he had put off discussing himself till the end of the conversation. “You still mean that Tchermashnya? Stay, tell me, why did you want my consent, if you really took Tchermashnya for consent? How will you explain that now?”
“From Tchermashnya, too ... you could be sent for,” Smerdyakov muttered, almost in a whisper, looking disconcerted, but gazing intently into Ivan’s eyes. “Only Moscow is farther and Tchermashnya is nearer. Is it to save my spending money on the fare, or to save my going so far out of my way, that you insist on Tchermashnya?” “Precisely so ...” muttered Smerdyakov, with a breaking voice.
“That’s a lie. You did it from spite, from simple spite against me. You despise me. You have come to me and despised me in my own house.” “Well, I’m going away. You’ve had too much brandy.” “I’ve begged you for Christ’s sake to go to Tchermashnya for a day or two, and you don’t go.” “I’ll go to-morrow if you’re so set upon it.” “You won’t go. You want to keep an eye on me.
“No, not to say every word.” “And did you tell them that you can sham fits, as you boasted then?” “No, I didn’t tell them that either.” “Tell me now, why did you send me then to Tchermashnya?” “I was afraid you’d go away to Moscow; Tchermashnya is nearer, anyway.” “You are lying; you suggested my going away yourself; you told me to get out of the way of trouble.”
His face expressed attention and expectation, intent but timid and cringing. “Haven’t you something more to say—something to add?” could be read in the intent gaze he fixed on Ivan. “And couldn’t I be sent for from Tchermashnya, too—in case anything happened?” Ivan shouted suddenly, for some unknown reason raising his voice.
Even Ivan doesn’t know about the money, or anything. The old man is sending Ivan to Tchermashnya on a two or three days’ journey. A purchaser has turned up for the copse: he’ll give eight thousand for the timber. So the old man keeps asking Ivan to help him by going to arrange it. It will take him two or three days. That’s what the old man wants, so that Grushenka can come while he’s away.”
But if your father were to die now, there’d be some forty thousand for sure, even for Dmitri Fyodorovitch whom he hates so, for he’s made no will.... Dmitri Fyodorovitch knows all that very well.” A sort of shudder passed over Ivan’s face. He suddenly flushed. “Then why on earth,” he suddenly interrupted Smerdyakov, “do you advise me to go to Tchermashnya? What did you mean by that?
There was a bright moon in the sky. A nightmare of ideas and sensations filled his soul. “Shall I go at once and give information against Smerdyakov? But what information can I give? He is not guilty, anyway. On the contrary, he’ll accuse me. And in fact, why did I set off for Tchermashnya then? What for?
He went into the station house, looked round, glanced at the overseer’s wife, and suddenly went back to the entrance. “I won’t go to Tchermashnya. Am I too late to reach the railway by seven, brothers?” “We shall just do it. Shall we get the carriage out?” “At once. Will any one of you be going to the town to-morrow?” “To be sure. Mitri here will.” “Can you do me a service, Mitri?
Go to my father’s, to Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, and tell him I haven’t gone to Tchermashnya. Can you?” “Of course I can. I’ve known Fyodor Pavlovitch a long time.” “And here’s something for you, for I dare say he won’t give you anything,” said Ivan, laughing gayly. “You may depend on it he won’t.” Mitya laughed too. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be sure to do it.”
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