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Chapter 8

           LizabethaProkofievnahadhadtimetoreadsomeofit,andwasgreatlyupset.

           “Woulditnotbebettertoperuseitalone...later,”askedtheprince,nervously.

           “No,no,readitreaditatoncedirectly,andaloud,aloud!”criedshe,callingColiatoherandgivinghimthejournal.“Readitaloud,sothateveryonemayhearit!”

           Animpetuouswoman,LizabethaProkofievnasometimesweighedheranchorsandputouttoseaquiteregardlessofthepossiblestormsshemightencounter.IvanFedorovitchfeltasuddenpangofalarm,buttheothersweremerelycurious,andsomewhatsurprised.Coliaunfoldedthepaper,andbegantoread,inhisclear,high-pitchedvoice,thefollowingarticle:

           “Proletariansandscionsofnobility!Anepisodeofthebrigandageoftodayandeveryday!Progress!Reform!Justice!”

           “Strangethingsaregoingoninourso-calledHolyRussiainthisageofreformandgreatenterprises;thisageofpatriotisminwhichhundredsofmillionsareyearlysentabroad;inwhichindustryisencouraged,andthehandsofLabourparalyzed,etc.;thereisnoendtothis,gentlemen,soletuscometothepoint.Astrangethinghashappenedtoascionofourdefunctaristocracy.(Deprofundis!)Thegrandfathersofthesescionsruinedthemselvesatthegaming-tables;theirfatherswereforcedtoserveasofficersorsubalterns;somehavediedjustastheywereabouttobetriedforinnocentthoughtlessnessinthehandlingofpublicfunds.

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