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           Isitmymoney,Rogojin?”

           “Yes,myqueen;it’syourownmoney,myjoy.”

           “Getawaythen,allofyou.IshalldoasIlikewithmyown—don’tmeddle!Ferdishenko,makeupthefire,quick!”

           “NastasiaPhilipovna,Ican’t;myhandswon’tobeyme,”saidFerdishenko,astoundedandhelplesswithbewilderment.

           “Nonsense,”criedNastasiaPhilipovna,seizingthepokerandrakingacoupleoflogstogether.Nosoonerdidatongueofflameburstoutthanshethrewthepacketofnotesuponit.

           Everyonegasped;someevencrossedthemselves.

           “She’smad—she’smad!”wasthecry.

           “Oughtn’t-oughtn’twetosecureher?”askedthegeneralofPtitsin,inawhisper;“orshallwesendfortheauthorities?Why,she’smad,isn’tshe—isn’tshe,eh?”

           “N-no,Ihardlythinksheisactuallymad,”whisperedPtitsin,whowasaswhiteashishandkerchief,andtremblinglikealeaf.Hecouldnottakehiseyesoffthesmoulderingpacket.

           “She’smadsurely,isn’tshe?”thegeneralappealedtoTotski.

           “Itoldyoushewasn’tanordinarywoman,”repliedthelatter,whowasaspaleasanyone.

           “Oh,but,positively,youknow—ahundredthousandroubles!”

           “Goodnessgracious!goodheavens!”camefromallquartersoftheroom.

           Allnowcrowdedroundthefireandthrongedtoseewhatwasgoingon;everyonelamentedandgaveventtoexclamationsofhorrorandwoe.