"Don', Iamonlyamurderer," Ivanbeganagain."Youcan'texpecteloquencefromamurderer," headdedsuddenlyforsomereasonandlaughedaqueerlaugh.
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"Witness, , ifyoucan, andtellyourstory......ifindeedyouarenotdelirious?"
"That''tsendyouproofsfromtheotherworld...—oneisenough.I'venowitnesses...exceptone, perhaps," hesmiledthoughtfully.
"Whoisyourwitness?"
"Hehasatail, yourexcellency, andthatwouldbeirregular! Lediablen'existepoint! Don'tpayattention: heisapaltry, pitifuldevil," , confidentially."Heisheresomewhere, nodoubt—underthattablewiththematerialevidenceonit, ? Yousee, 'twanttokeepquiet, andhetalkedaboutthegeologicalcataclysm...idiocy! Come, releasethemonster...he''sbecausehisheartislight! It'slikeadrunkenmaninthestreetbawlinghow 'VankawenttoPetersburg,' 'tknowme! Oh, howstupidallthisbusinessis! Come, takemeinsteadofhim! Ididn'tcomefornothing....Why, whyiseverythingsostupid?..."
Andhebeganslowly, andasitwerereflectively, , butthecourtusherhadalreadyseizedIvanbythearm.
"Whatareyouabout?" hecried, staringintotheman'sface, andsuddenlyseizinghimbytheshoulders, , heyelledandscreamedsomethingincoherent.
