"He'smad!" hecried, andrapidlyjumpingup, hedrewback, sothatheknockedhisbackagainstthewallandstoodupagainstit, , who, entirelyunaffectedbyhisterror, continuedfumblinginhisstocking, , .
"Here," hesaidquietly.
"Whatisit?" askedIvan, trembling.
"Kindlylookatit," Smerdyakovanswered, stillinthesamelowtone.
Ivansteppeduptothetable, tookuptherollofpaperandbeganunfoldingit, butsuddenlyhedrewbackhisfingers, asthoughfromcontactwithaloathsomereptile.
"Yourhandskeeptwitching," observedSmerdyakov, .
"Theyareallhere, allthethreethousandroubles; ," SmerdyakovsuggestedtoIvan, ."Youfrightenedme...withyourstocking," hesaid, withastrangegrin.
"Canyoureallynothaveknowntillnow?" Smerdyakovaskedoncemore.
"No, , brother! Ach!" Hesuddenlyclutchedhisheadinbothhands.
"? Withmybrother'shelporwithout?"
"Itwasonlywithyou, withyourhelp, Ikilledhim, andDmitriFyodorovitchisquiteinnocent."
"Allright, ? Ican'tspeakproperly."
" 'everythingwaslawful,' andhowfrightenedyouarenow," Smerdyakovmutteredinsurprise."Won'tyouhavesomelemonade? I''."
, but, lookingforsomethingtocoverupthenotesthatshemightnotseethem, hefirsttookouthishandkerchief, andasitturnedouttobeverydirty, tookupthebigyellowbookthatIvanhadnoticedatfirstlyingonthetable, .
"Iwon'thaveanylemonade," hesaid."."
"You'dbettertakeoffyourgreatcoat, oryou'llbetoohot." Ivan, asthoughhe'donlyjustthoughtofit, tookoffhiscoat, and, withoutgettingupfromhischair, threwitonthebench.
"Speak, please, speak."
, feelingsurethatSmerdyakovwouldtellhimallaboutit.
