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Rh 'Marianna did not deceive me; she told me plainly that she didn't care for me. And how should she care for me? Well, she has given herself to you Well, what of that? was she not free?'

'Oh, stay, stay!' cried Nezhdanov, 'what is it you are saying? Given herself? I don't know what your sister has written to you; but I swear to you'

'I don't say physically; but morally she has given herself, in heart, in soul,' interposed Markelov, who was obviously comforted for some reason or other by Nezhdanov's exclamation. 'And she has done well. As for my sister Of course she had no intention of wounding. At least, she didn't care about it one way or another; but she must hate you, and Marianna too. She was not lying but there, enough of her!'

'Yes,' thought Nezhdanov to himself: 'she hates us.'

'Everything is for the best,' Markelov continued without changing his position. 'Now the last ways of retreat are cut off for me, now there is nothing to hinder me! Never mind Golushkin's being a blockhead; that's of no consequence. And Kislyakov's letters they're absurd, perhaps  but we must look to the principal thing. According to him,