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Chapter 8

           Ididnotintendtocomebackherefortwoorthreeyears

           “Thenyoucameforhersake?”Aglaya’svoicetrembled.

           “Yes,Icameforhersake.”

           Therewasamomentortwoofgloomysilence.Aglayarosefromherseat.

           “Ifyousay,”shebeganinshakytones,“ifyousaythatthiswomanofyoursismadatalleventsIhavenothingtodowithherinsanefancies.Kindlytakethesethreeletters,LefNicolaievitch,andthrowthembacktoher,fromme.Andifshedares,”criedAglayasuddenly,muchlouderthanbefore,“ifshedaressomuchaswritemeonewordagain,tellherIshalltellmyfather,andthatsheshallbetakentoalunaticasylum.”

           TheprincejumpedupinalarmatAglaya’ssuddenwrath,andamistseemedtocomebeforehiseyes.

           “Youcannotreallyfeellikethat!Youdon’tmeanwhatyousay.Itisnottrue,”hemurmured.

           “Itistrue,itistrue,”criedAglaya,almostbesideherselfwithrage.

           “What’strue?What’sallthis?What’strue?”saidanalarmedvoicejustbesidethem.

           BeforethemstoodLizabethaProkofievna.

           “Why,it’struethatIamgoingtomarryGavrilaArdalionovitch,thatIlovehimandintendtoelopewithhimtomorrow,”criedAglaya,turninguponhermother.“Doyouhear?Isyourcuriositysatisfied?Areyoupleasedwithwhatyouhaveheard?”

           Aglayarushedawayhomewardswiththesewords

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