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Every one has these books; how simple you are, my poor Blum." "And many manifestoes," Blum went on without heeding the observation. "We shall end by certainly coming upon traces of the real manifestoes here. That young Verhovensky I feel very suspicious of." "But you are mixing up the father and the son. They are not on good terms. The son openly laughs at his father." "That's only a mask."
"We are more likely to arrive at something by talking, anyway, than by sitting silent and posing as dictators," Liputin hissed, as though at last venturing to begin the attack. "I didn't mean Shigalov when I said it was rot," Verhovensky mumbled.
At last that fatal sentence that he had kept hidden from me was uttered aloud, after a whole week of shuffling and pretence. I was positively enraged. "And you, Stepan Verhovensky, with your luminous mind, your kind heart, can harbour such a dirty, such a low idea... and could before Liputin came!" He looked at me, made no answer and walked on in the same direction.
"Ah! so that's your plan at last!" "We shall say that he is 'in hiding," Verhovensky said softly, in a sort of tender whisper, as though he really were drunk indeed. "Do you know the magic of that phrase, 'he is in hiding'? But he will appear, he will appear. We'll set a legend going better than the Skoptsis'. He exists, but no one has seen him. Oh, what a legend one can set going!
"Be so good as to be more definite, don't keep us waiting." The lame man was so furious that he left off answering. Without a word he glared wrathfully from under his spectacles at his tormentor. "Yes or no? Would you inform or not?" cried Verhovensky. "Of course I wouldn't," the lame man shouted twice as loudly. "And no one would, of course not!" cried many voices.
Seizing Verhovensky by the hair with his left hand he flung him with all his might on the ground and went out at the gate. But he had not gone thirty paces before Verhovensky overtook him again. "Let us make it up; let us make it up!" he murmured in a spasmodic whisper. Stavrogin shrugged his shoulders, but neither answered nor turned round. "Listen.
I have an idea that the above-mentioned members of the first quintet were disposed to suspect that among the guests of Virginsky's that evening some were members of other groups, unknown to them, belonging to the same secret organisation and founded in the town by the same Verhovensky; so that in fact all present were suspecting one another, and posed in various ways to one another, which gave the whole party a very perplexing and even romantic air.
"Who is this?" he muttered, puzzled, as if he were questioning the chief of police, though he did not turn his head towards him, and was all the time gazing at Stepan Trofimovitch. "Retired college assessor, Stepan Trofimovitch Verhovensky, your Excellency," answered Stepan Trofimovitch, bowing majestically. His Excellency went on staring at him with a very blank expression, however.
"Gentlemen, I see that almost all decide for the policy of the manifestoes," he said, looking round at the company. "All, all!" cried the majority of voices. "I confess I am rather in favour of a more humane policy," said the major, "but as all are on the other side, I go with all the rest." "It appears, then, that even you are not opposed to it," said Verhovensky, addressing the lame man.
"We will make a search suddenly early in the morning, carefully showing every consideration for the person himself and strictly observing all the prescribed forms of the law. The young men, Lyamshin and Telyatnikov, assert positively that we shall find all we want. They were constant visitors there. Nobody is favourably disposed to Mr. Verhovensky.
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