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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov — Part IV, Book XI, Chapter 2 (1880)

I can stand no more. I have patience; but I may lose patience, and then... then something awful will happen. Ah, dear me! At last, Pyotr Ilyitch!" cried Madame Hohlakov, beaming all over as she saw Perhotin enter the room. "You are late, you are late! Well, sit down, speak, put us out of suspense. What does the counsel say. Where are you off to, Alexey Fyodorovitch?"
"To Lise."
"Oh, yes. You won't forget, you won't forget what I asked you? It's a question of life and death!
"Of course, I won't forget, if I can... but I am so late," muttered Alyosha, beating a hasty retreat.
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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov — Part IV, Book XI, Chapter 2 (1880)

And, besides, who isn't suffering from aberration nowadays?- you, I, all of us, are in a state of aberration, and there are ever so many examples of it: a man sits singing a song, suddenly something annoys him, he takes a pistol and shoots the first person he comes across, and no one blames him for it. I read that lately, and all the doctors confirm it. The doctors are always confirming; they confirm,- anything. Why, my Lise is in a state of aberration. She made me cry again yesterday, and the day before, too, and to-day I suddenly realised that it's all due to aberration.
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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov — Part IV, Book XI, Chapter 2 (1880)

My dear, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, if you only knew how worried I am about her! But of that later, though that's the most important thing, of that later. Dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, I trust you implicitly with my Lise. Since the death of Father Zossima- God rest his soul!" (she crossed herself) - "I look upon you as a monk, though you look charming in your new suit. Where did you find such a tailor in these parts? No, no, that's not the chief thing- of that later. Forgive me for sometimes calling you Alyosha; an old woman like me may take liberties," she smiled coquettishly
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