Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Idiot — Part III/Chapter IX (1913<!--year of translation-->)

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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Idiot — Part III/Chapter IX (1913<!--year of translation-->)

In that case only, I will help you."
"Be assured, most honourable, most worthy of princes—be assured that the whole matter shall be buried within my heart!" cried Lebedeff, in a paroxysm of exaltation. "I'd give every drop of my blood... Illustrious prince, I am a poor wretch in soul and spirit, but ask the veriest scoundrel whether he would prefer to deal with one like himself, or with a noble-hearted man like you, and there is no doubt as to his choice! He'll answer that he prefers the noble-hearted man—and there you have the triumph of virtue! Au revoir, honoured prince!
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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Idiot — Part III/Chapter IX (1913<!--year of translation-->)

Alexandra and Adelaida smiled and whispered to each other, while Lizabetha Prokofievna glared severely at them. "We are only laughing at the prince's beautiful bows, mamma," said Adelaida. "Sometimes he bows just like a meal-sack, but to-day he was like—like Evgenie Pavlovitch!"
"It is the HEART which is the best teacher of refinement and dignity, not the dancing-master," said her mother, sententiously, and departed upstairs to her own room, not so much as glancing at Aglaya.
When the prince reached home, about nine o'clock, he found Vera Lebedeff and the maid on the verandah.
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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Idiot — Part III/Chapter IX (1913<!--year of translation-->)

The prince told Lebedeff all that Colia had made known to himself, in detail.
"There now, that's what we may call SCENT!" said Lebedeff, rubbing his hands and laughing silently. "I thought it must be so, you see. The general interrupted his innocent slumbers, at six o'clock, in order to go and wake his beloved son, and warn him of the dreadful danger of companionship with Ferdishenko. Dear me! what a dreadfully dangerous man Ferdishenko must be, and what touching paternal solicitude, on the part of his excellency, ha! ha! ha!"
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