"Alyosha, ?" murmuredLiseinafailingvoice, weakwithhappiness."Listen, ? Whatsortofsuit? Don'tlaugh, don'tbeangry, it'svery, veryimportanttome."
"Ihaven'tthoughtaboutthesuit, Lise; butI'llwearwhateveryoulike."
"Ishouldlikeyoutohaveadarkbluevelvetcoat, awhitepiqué waistcoat, andasoftgrayfelthat....Tellme, didyoubelievethatIdidn'tcareforyouwhenIsaidIdidn'tmeanwhatIwrote?"
"No, Ididn'tbelieveit."
"Oh, youinsupportableperson, youareincorrigible."
"Yousee, Iknewthatyou—seemedtocareforme, butIpretendedtobelievethatyoudidn'tcareformetomakeit—easierforyou."
"Thatmakesitworse! Worseandbetterthanall! Alyosha, , , andifyoubroughtitoutcalmlyandgaveittome (asmighthavebeenexpectedfromyou) itwouldmeanthatyoudidnotlovemeatall, thatyoufeltnothing, andweresimplyastupidboy, goodfornothing, , soasnottogiveitback, becauseyouknewIwouldaskforit? Thatwasit, wasn'tit?"
"Ah, Lise, , anditwasthismorning, ."
Alyoshapulledtheletteroutlaughing, andshoweditheratadistance.
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"Why, thenyoutoldalie? You, amonk, toldalie!"
"Itoldalieifyoulike," Alyoshalaughed, too."'sveryprecioustome," headdedsuddenly, withstrongfeeling, andagainheflushed."Italwayswillbe, andIwon'tgiveituptoanyone!"
Liselookedathimjoyfully."Alyosha," shemurmuredagain, "'tmammalistening?"
"Verywell, Lise, I'lllook; butwouldn'titbebetternottolook? Whysuspectyourmotherofsuchmeanness?"
