"Didn'tgooffwithOnyegin? Surelyyoudon't...understandthatalready?"
"Why, youseemtotakemeforlittleSmurov," saidKolya, withagrinofirritation."Butpleasedon', , asNapoleonsaid." Kolya, forsomereason, smiled, ", too, thattoleaveone'sowncountryandflytoAmericaismean, worsethanmean—? ''swhatIanswered."
"Whatdoyoumean? Answeredwhom? HassomeonesuggestedyourgoingtoAmericaalready?"
"Imustown, they'vebeenatmetogo, 'sbetweenourselves, ofcourse, Karamazov; doyouhear, .
Longwillyouremember
ThehouseattheChainbridge.
Doyouremember? It'? Youdon'tsupposeIamfibbing, doyou?" ("WhatifheshouldfindoutthatI'veonlythatonenumberofTheBellinfather'sbookcase, andhaven'treadanymoreofit?" Kolyathoughtwithashudder.)
"Oh, no, Iamnotlaughinganddon', indeed, Ican'tsupposeso, forallthis, alas! , haveyoureadPushkin—Onyegin, forinstance?...YouspokejustnowofTatyana."
"No, Ihaven'treadityet, , Karamazov; ?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Tellme, Karamazov, haveyouanawfulcontemptforme?" KolyarappedoutsuddenlyanddrewhimselfupbeforeAlyosha, asthoughhewereondrill."Besokindastotellme, withoutbeatingaboutthebush."
"Ihaveacontemptforyou?" Alyoshalookedathimwondering."Whatfor? Iamonlysadthatacharmingnaturesuchasyoursshouldbepervertedbyallthiscrudenonsensebeforeyouhavebegunlife."
"Don'tbeanxiousaboutmynature," Kolyainterrupted, notwithoutcomplacency."Butit'struethatIamstupidlysensitive, , andIfanciedyouseemedto—"
