Heres my pack unopened!
He held it up and showed it to all in the room. From where I stood I saw him slip my pack away, and put his in place of ityoure a cheat and not a gentleman!
And I twice saw the pan change a card! cried Kalganov.
How shameful! How shameful! exclaimed Grushenka, clasping her hands, and blushing for genuine shame. Good Lord, hes come to that!
I thought so, too! said Mitya. But before he had uttered the words, Vrublevsky, with a confused and infuriated face, shook his fist at Grushenka, shouting:
You low harlot!
Mitya flew at him at once, clutched him in both hands, lifted him in the air, and in one instant had carried him into the room on the right, from which they had just come.
Ive laid him on the floor, there, he announced, returning at once, gasping with excitement. Hes struggling, the scoundrel! But he wont come back, no fear of that!
He closed one half of the folding doors, and holding the other ajar called out to the little Pole:
Most illustrious, will you be pleased to retire as well?
My dear Dmitri Fyodorovitch, said Trifon Borissovitch, make them give you back the money you lost. Its as good as stolen from you.
I dont want my fifty roubles back, Kalganov declared suddenly.
I dont want my two hundred, either, cried Mitya, I wouldnt take it for anything! Let him keep it as a consolation.
Bravo, Mitya! Youre a trump, Mitya! cried Grushenka, and there was a note of fierce anger in the exclamation.
The little pan, crimson with fury, but still mindful of his dignity, was making for the door, but he stopped short and said suddenly, addressing Grushenka:
Pani, if you want to come with me, come. If not, good-bye.
And swelling with indignation and importance he went to the door. This was a man of character: he had so good an opinion of himself that after all that had passed, he still expected that she would marry him. Mitya slammed the door after him.
Lock it, said Kalganov. But the key clicked on the other side, they had locked it from within.
Thats capital! exclaimed Grushenka relentlessly. Serve them right!
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