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Chapter 14

           

           NastasiaPhilipovna’seyeswereflashinginamostunmistakableway,now;andherlipswerealla-quiverbythetimeTotskifinishedhisstory.

           Allpresentwatchedbothofthemwithcuriosity.

           “Youwereright,Totski,”saidNastasia,“itisadullgameandastupidone.I’lljusttellmystory,asIpromised,andthenwe’llplaycards.”

           “Yes,butlet’shavethestoryfirst!”criedthegeneral.

           “Prince,”saidNastasiaPhilipovna,unexpectedlyturningtoMuishkin,“herearemyoldfriends,TotskiandGeneralEpanchin,whowishtomarrymeoff.Tellmewhatyouthink.ShallImarryornot?Asyoudecide,soshallitbe.”

           Totskigrewwhiteasasheet.Thegeneralwasstruckdumb.Allpresentstartedandlistenedintently.Ganiasatrootedtohischair.

           “Marrywhom?”askedtheprince,faintly.

           “GavrilaArdalionovitchIvolgin,”saidNastasia,firmlyandevenly.

           Therewereafewsecondsofdeadsilence.

           Theprincetriedtospeak,butcouldnotformhiswords;agreatweightseemedtolieuponhisbreastandsuffocatehim.

           “N-no!don’tmarryhim!”hewhisperedatlast,drawinghisbreathwithaneffort.

           “Sobeit,then.GavrilaArdalionovitch,”shespokesolemnlyandforcibly,“youheartheprince’sdecision?Takeitasmydecision;andletthatbetheendofthematterforgoodandall.”

           “NastasiaPhilipovna!”criedTotski,inaquakingvoice.

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