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He sat with his elbows on the table and his head in his hand. He sat sideways to them and gazed at the wall, struggling against a feeling of nausea. He had, in fact, an awful inclination to get up and declare that he wouldnt say another word, not if you hang me for it. You see, gentlemen, he said at last, with difficulty controlling himself, you see. I listen to you and am haunted by a dream. Its a dream I have sometimes, you know. I often dream itits always the same that some one is hunting me, some one Im awfully afraid of that hes hunting me in the dark, in the night tracking me, and I hide somewhere from him, behind a door or cupboard, hide in a degrading way, and the worst of it is, he always knows where I am, but he pretends not to know where I am on purpose, to prolong my agony, to enjoy my terror. Thats just what youre doing now. Its just like that! Is that the sort of thing you dream about? inquired the prosecutor. Yes, it is. Dont you want to write it down? said Mitya, with a distorted smile. No; no need to write it down. But still you do have curious dreams. Its not a question of dreams now, gentlementhis is realism, this is real life! Im a wolf and youre the hunters. Well, hunt him down! You are wrong to make such comparisons began Nikolay Parfenovitch, with extraordinary softness. No, Im not wrong, not at all! Mitya flared up again, though his outburst of wrath had obviously relieved his heart. He grew more good-humoured at every word. You may not trust a criminal or a man on trial tortured by your questions, but an honourable man, the honourable impulses of the heart (I say that boldly!)no! That you must believe you have no right indeed but Be patient, humble, hold thy peace. Well, shall I go on? he broke off gloomily. If youll be so kind, answered Nikolay Parfenovitch. |
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