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Chapter 3

           Hestaredwithanexpressionalmostofterror,andhislipstwistedintoabewilderedsmile.

           “Parfen!perhapsmyvisitisill-timed.IIcangoawayagainifyoulike,”saidMuishkinatlast,ratherembarrassed.

           “No,no;it’sallright,comein,”saidParfen,recollectinghimself.

           Theywereevidentlyonquitefamiliarterms.InMoscowtheyhadhadmanyoccasionsofmeeting;indeed,somefewofthosemeetingswerebuttoovividlyimpressedupontheirmemories.Theyhadnotmetnow,however,forthreemonths.

           Thedeathlikepallor,andasortofslightconvulsionaboutthelips,hadnotleftRogojin’sface.Thoughhewelcomedhisguest,hewasstillobviouslymuchdisturbed.Asheinvitedtheprincetositdownnearthetable,thelatterhappenedtoturntowardshim,andwasstartledbythestrangeexpressiononhisface.Apainfulrecollectionflashedintohismind.Hestoodforatime,lookingstraightatRogojin,whoseeyesseemedtoblazelikefire.AtlastRogojinsmiled,thoughhestilllookedagitatedandshaken.

           “Whatareyoustaringatmelikethatfor?”hemuttered.“Sitdown.”

           Theprincetookachair.

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