Why, its you! cried Mitya, recognising the old woman in the dark. It was the old servant who waited on Samsonov, whom Mitya had particularly noticed the day before.
And who are you, my good sir? said the old woman in quite a different voice. I dont know you in the dark.
You live a Kuzma Kuzmitchs. Youre the servant there?
Just so, sir, I was only running out to Prohoritchs But I dont know you now.
Tell me, my good woman, is Agrafena Alexandrovna there now? said Mitya, beside himself with suspense. I saw her to the house some time ago.
She has been there, sir. She stayed a little while, and went off again.
What? Went away? cried Mitya. When did she go?
Why, as soon as she came. She only stayed a minute. She only told Kuzma Kuzmitch a tale that made him laugh, and then she ran away.
Youre lying, damn you! roared Mitya.
Aie! Aie! shrieked the old woman, but Mitya had vanished.
He ran with all his might to the house where Grushenka lived. At the moment he reached it, Grushenka was on her way to Mokroe. It was not more than a quarter of an hour after her departure.
Fenya was sitting with her grandmother, the old cook, Matryona, in the kitchen when the captain ran in. Fenya uttered a piercing shriek on seeing him.
You scream? roared Mitya, where is she?
But without giving the terror-stricken Fenya time to utter a word, he fell all of a heap at her feet.
Fenya, for Christs sake, tell me, where is she?
I dont know. Dmitri Fyodorovitch, my dear, I dont know. You may kill me but I cant tell you. Fenya swore and protested. You went out with her yourself not long ago
She came back!
Indeed she didnt. By God I swear she didnt come back.
Youre lying! shouted Mitya. From your terror I know where she is.
He rushed away. Fenya in her fright was glad she had got off so easily. But she knew very well that it was only that he was in such haste, or she might not have fared so well. But as he ran, he surprised both Fenyo and old Matryona by an unexpected action. On the table stood a brass mortar, with a pestle in it, a small brass pestle, not much more than six inches long. Mitya already had opened the door with one hand when, with the other, he snatched up the pestle, and thrust it in his side pocket.
Oh Lord! Hes going to murder some one! cried Fenya, flinging up her hands.
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