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day-time; and thats how he lives. Ive established myself in his room. Neither he nor the women of the house know the secretthat is, that I am on the watch here. No one but Smerdyakov knows, then? No one else. He will let me know if she goes to the old man. It was he told you about the money, then? Yes. Its a dead secret. Even Ivan doesnt know about the money, or anything. The old man is sending Ivan to Tchermashnya on a two or three days journey. A purchaser has turned up for the copse; hell give eight thousand for the timber. So the old man keeps asking Ivan to help him by going to arrange it. It will take him two or three days. Thats what the old man wants, so that Grushenka can come while hes away. Then hes expecting Grushenka to-day? No, she wont come to-day; there are signs. Shes certain not to come, cried Mitya suddenly. Smerdyakov thinks so, too. Fathers drinking now. Hes sitting at table with Ivan. Go to him, Alyosha, and ask for the three thousand. Mitya, dear, whats the matter with you? cried Alyosha, jumping up from his place, and looking keenly at his brothers frenzied face. For one moment the thought struck him that Dmitri was mad. What is it? Im not insane, said Dmitri, looking intently and earnestly at him. No fear. I am sending you to father, and I know what Im saying. I believe in miracles. In miracles? In a miracle of Divine Providence. God knows my heart. He sees my despair. He sees the whole picture. Surely He wont let something awful happen. Alyosha, I believe in miracles. Go! I am going. Tell me, will you wait for me here? Yes. I know it will take some time. You cant go at him point blank. Hes drunk now. Ill wait three hoursfour, five, six, seven. Only remember you must go to Katerina Ivanovna to-day, if it has to be at midnight, with the money or without the money, and say, He sends his compliments to you. I want you to say that verse to her: He sends his compliments to you. Mitya! And what if Grushenka comes to-dayif not to-day, to-morrow, or the next day? Grushenka? I shall see her. I shall rush out and prevent it. And if? If theres an if, it will be murder. I couldnt endure it. Who will be murdered? The old man. I shant kill her. Brother, what are you saying? Oh, I dont know. I dont know. Perhaps I shant kill him, and perhaps I shall. Im afraid that he will suddenly become so loathsome to me with his face at that moment. I hate his ugly throat, his nose, his eyes, his shameless snigger. I feel a physical repulsion. Thats what Im afraid of. Thats what may be too much for me. |
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