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"Ech! Ugh!" The petty official wriggled. He positively shuddered. "And you know the deceased gentleman was ready to do for a man for ten roubles, let alone ten thousand," he added, nodding to the prince.

Myshkin scrutinised Rogozhin with interest; the latter seemed paler than ever at that moment.

"Ready to do for a man!" repeated Rogozhin. "What do you know about it? He found it all out at once," he went on, addressing Myshkin, "and Zalyozhev went gossiping about it to everybody. My father took me and locked me up upstairs and was at me for a whole hour. 'This is only a preface,' he said, 'but I'll come in to say good night to you!' And what do you think? The old man went to Nastasya Filippovna's, bowed down to the ground before her, wept and besought her; she brought out the box at last and flung it to him. 'Here are you earrings, you old greyboard,' she said, ' and they are ten times more precious to me now since Parfyon faced such a storm to get them for me. Greet Parfyon Semyonovitch and thank him for me,' she said. And meanwhile I'd obtained twenty roubles from Seryozha Protushin, and with my mother's blessing set off by train to Pskov, and I arrived in a fever. The old women began reading the Lives of the Saints over me, and I sat there drunk. I spent my last farthing in the taverns and lay senseless all night in the street, and by morning I was delirious, and to make matters better the dogs gnawed me in the night. I had a narrow squeak."

"Well, well, now Nastasya Filippovna will sing another tune," the official chuckled, rubbing his hands. "What are earrings now, sir! Now we can make up for it with such earrings..."

"But if you say another word about Nastasya Filippovna, as there is a God above, I'll thrash you, though you used to go about with Lihatchov!" cried Rogozhin, seizing him violently by the arm.

"Well, if you thrash me you won't turn me away! Thrash me, that's just how you'll keep me! By thrashing me you'll have to put your seal on me... Why, here we are!"

They had in fact reached the station. Though Rogozhin said he had come away in secret, several men were waiting for him. They shouted and waved their caps to him.

"I say, Zalyozhev here too!" muttered Rogozhin, gazing at them with a triumphant and almost malicious-looking smile, and he turned suddenly to Myshkin. "Prince, I don't know why I've taken to you. Perhaps because I've met you at such a moment, though I've met him too (he indicated to Lebedyev) and