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Chapter 7

           

           “Whatareyouthinkingof?Don’tgo,he’llblowhisbrainsoutinaminute!”criedVeraLebedeff,rushinguptoHippolyteandcatchingholdofhishandsinatormentofalarm.“Whatareyouthinkingof?Hesaidhewouldblowhisbrainsoutatsunrise.”

           “Oh,hewon’tshoothimself!”criedseveralvoices,sarcastically.

           “Gentlemen,you’dbetterlookout,”criedColia,alsoseizingHippolytebythehand.“Justlookathim!Prince,whatareyouthinkingof?”VeraandColia,andKeller,andBurdovskywereallcrowdingroundHippolytenowandholdinghimdown.

           “HehastherighttherightmurmuredBurdovsky.“Excuseme,prince,butwhatareyourarrangements?”askedLebedeff,tipsyandexasperated,goinguptoMuishkin.

           “Whatdoyoumeanby‘arrangements’?”

           “No,no,excuseme!I’mmasterofthishouse,thoughIdonotwishtolackrespecttowardsyou.Youaremasterofthehousetoo,inaway;butIcan’tallowthissortofthing

           “Hewon’tshoothimself;theboyisonlyplayingthefool,”saidGeneralIvolgin,suddenlyandunexpectedly,withindignation.

           “Iknowhewon’t,Iknowhewon’t,general;butII’mmasterhere!”

           “Listen,Mr.Terentieff,”saidPtitsin,whohadbiddentheprincegood-night,andwasnowholdingouthishandtoHippolyte;“Ithinkyouremarkinthatmanuscriptofyours,thatyoubequeathyourskeletontotheAcademy.

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