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Chapter 7

           Areyoucominghome,Ptitsin?”Hippolytelistenedtothisinamazement,almostamountingtostupefaction.Suddenlyhebecamedeadlypaleandshuddered.

           “Youmanageyourcomposuretooawkwardly.Iseeyouwishtoinsultme,”hecriedtoGania.“Youyouareacur!”HelookedatGaniawithanexpressionofmalice.

           “Whatonearthisthematterwiththeboy?Whatphenomenalfeeble-mindedness!”exclaimedFerdishenko.

           “Oh,he’ssimplyafool,”saidGania.

           Hippolytebracedhimselfupalittle.

           “Iunderstand,gentlemen,”hebegan,tremblingasbefore,andstumblingovereveryword,“thatIhavedeservedyourresentment,andandamsorrythatIshouldhavetroubledyouwiththisravingnonsense”(pointingtohisarticle),“orrather,IamsorrythatIhavenottroubledyouenough.”Hesmiledfeebly.“HaveItroubledyou,EvgeniePavlovitch?”HesuddenlyturnedonEvgeniewiththisquestion.“Tellmenow,haveItroubledyouornot?”

           “Well,itwasalittledrawnout,perhaps;but

           “Come,speakout!Don’tlie,foronceinyourlifespeakout!”continuedHippolyte,quiveringwithagitation.

           “Oh,mygoodsir,Iassureyouit’sentirelythesametome.Pleaseleavemeinpeace,”saidEvgenie,angrily,turninghisbackonhim.

           “Good-night,prince,”saidPtitsin,approachinghishost.

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