Fyodor Dostoevsky,
The Idiot — Part II/Chapter XII
(1913<!--year of translation-->)
“ Oh, what a little child you are, Lizabetha Prokofievna!""Are you tempting me to box your ears for you, or what?""Not at all. I am only proving that you are glad about the letter. Why conceal your real feelings? You always like to do it.""Never come near my house again!" cried Mrs. Epanchin, pale with rage. "Don't let me see as much as a SHADOW of you about the place! Do you hear?""Oh yes, and in three days you'll come and invite me yourself. Aren't you ashamed now? These are your best feelings; you are only tormenting yourself." ”
