"Heiscometocomplainofme, father!" criedavoicefamiliartoAlyosha—thevoiceoftheschoolboy—frombehindthecurtain."Ibithisfingerjustnow." Thecurtainwaspulled, , and, judgingbyhisglitteringeyes, , asthoughhefelthewasathomeandcouldnotbetouched.
"What! Didhebiteyourfinger?" Thecaptainjumpedupfromhischair."Wasityourfingerhebit?" ", , Idon'tknowwhy."
"I'llthrashhim, sir, atonce—thisminute!" Thecaptainjumpedupfromhisseat.
"ButIamnotcomplainingatall, Iamsimplytellingyou...Idon', heseemstobeill."
"AnddoyousupposeI'dthrashhim? ThatI'dtakemyIlushaandthrashhimbeforeyouforyoursatisfaction? Wouldyoulikeitdoneatonce, sir?" saidthecaptain, suddenlyturningtoAlyosha, asthoughheweregoingtoattackhim."Iamsorryaboutyourfinger, sir; butinsteadofthrashingIlusha, wouldyoulikemetochopoffmyfourfingerswiththisknifeherebeforeyoureyestosatisfyyourjustwrath? 'taskforthefifthonetoo?" ; .
"IthinkIunderstanditallnow," saidAlyoshagentlyandsorrowfully, stillkeepinghisseat."Soyourboyisagoodboy, heloveshisfather, andheattackedmeasthebrotherofyourassailant....NowIunderstandit," herepeatedthoughtfully."ButmybrotherDmitriFyodorovitchregretshisaction, Iknowthat, andifonlyitispossibleforhimtocometoyou, orbetterstill, tomeetyouinthatsameplace, hewillaskyourforgivenessbeforeeveryone—ifyouwishit."
"Afterpullingoutmybeard, youmean, hewillaskmyforgiveness? Andhethinksthatwillbeasatisfactoryfinish, doesn'the?"
"Oh, no! Onthecontrary, hewilldoanythingyoulikeandinanywayyoulike."
