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 (weeps): We ran to the summer-house, and there, there lay poor Grendelevski with a pistol in his hand.


 * No, I can’t stand it! I can’t stand it! (To Merchutkin.) What do you want now?


 * Your excellency, couldn’t my husband take up his old post again?

(weeps): He had shot himself right by the heart—just there—Kate fainted, poor girl, and he himself was terribly frightened. He lay there and—and asked us to send for a doctor. The doctor soon came—and saved the unlucky fellow.


 * Your excellency, couldn’t my husband take up his old post again?


 * No, I can’t stand it. (Weeps.) I can’t stand it. (Stretches out his hands to Hirin in despair.) Drive her out! Drive her out! Please!

(advances on Tatiana): Get out of it!


 * Not her—that one—that awful one—(Points to Merchutkin)—that one

(misunderstands; to Tatiana): Get out of it! (Stamps his feet.) Go away!


 * What? What’s the matter with you? Have you gone mad?