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that it would not be at all a stupid thing to do. And shes got plenty of sense. She wouldnt marry a beggar like Dmitri Fyodorovitch. So, taking that into consideration, Ivan Fyodorovitch, reflect that then neither Dmitri Fyodorovitch nor yourself and your brother, Alexey Fyodorovitch, would have anything after the masters death, not a rouble, for Agrafena Alexandrovna would marry him simply to get hold of the whole, all the money there is. But if your father were to die now, thered be some forty thousand for sure, even for Dmitri Fyodorovitch whom he hates so, for hes made no will. Dmitri Fyodorovitch knows all that very well. A sort of shudder passed over Ivans face. He suddenly flushed. Then why on earth, he suddenly interrupted Smerdyakov, do you advise me to go to Tchermashnya? What did you mean by that? If I go away, you see what will happen here. Ivan drew his breath with difficulty. Precisely so, said Smerdyakov, softly and reasonably, watching Ivan intently, however. What do you mean by precisely so? Ivan questioned him, with a menacing light in his eyes, restraining himself with difficulty. I spoke because I felt sorry for you. If I were in your place I should simply throw it all up rather than stay on in such a position, answered Smerdyakov, with the most candid air looking at Ivans flashing eyes. They were both silent. You seem to be a perfect idiot, and whats more an awful scoundrel, too. Ivan rose suddenly from the bench. He was about to pass straight through the gate, but he stopped short and turned to Smerdyakov. Something strange followed. Ivan, in a sudden paroxysm, bit his lip, clenched his fists, and, in another minute, would have flung himself on Smerdyakov. The latter, anyway, noticed it at the same moment, started, and shrank back. But the moment passed without mischief to Smerdyakov, and Ivan turned in silence as it seemed in perplexity, to the gate. I am going away to Moscow to-morrow, if you care to knowearly to-morrow morning. Thats all! he suddenly said aloud angrily, and wondered himself afterwards what need there was to say this then to Smerdyakov. Thats the best thing you can do, he responded, as though he had expected to hear it; except that you can always be telegraphed for from Moscow, if anything should happen here. Ivan stopped again, and again turned quickly to Smerdyakov. But a change had passed over him, too. All his familiarity and carelessness had completely disappeared. His face expressed attention and expectation, intent but timid and cringing. Havent you something more to saysomething to add? could be read in the intent gaze he fixed on Ivan. And couldnt I be sent for from Tchermashnya, tooin case anything happened? Ivan shouted suddenly, for some unknown reason raising his voice. From Tchermashnya, too you could be sent for, Smerdyakov muttered, almost in a whisper, looking disconcerted, but gazing intently into Ivans eyes. Only Moscow is further and Tchermashnya is nearer. Is it to save my spending money on the fare, or to save my going so far out of my way, that you insist on Tchermashnya? Precisely so muttered Smerdyakov, with a breaking voice. He looked at Ivan with a revolting smile, and again made ready to draw back. But to his astonishment Ivan broke into a laugh, and went through the gate still laughing. Any one who had seen his face at that moment would have known that he was not |
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