, and, atmoments, hecouldscarcelybreathe."No, thisthrobbingatmyheartwon'tstop," hethought."Ican'twaitanylonger." .
"Howredthewhitebeamberriesare!" hemurmured, , stepbystep, heapproachedthewindow, ', andwasdividedintwopartsbyaredscreen, "Chinese," "Chinese" flashedintoMitya'smind, "andbehindthescreen, isGrushenka," , whowaswearinghisnewstripedsilkdressing-gown, whichMityahadneverseen, , .
"Hehasgothimselfup," thoughtMitya.
Hisfatherwasstandingnearthewindow, , listenedamoment, andhearingnothingwentuptothetable, , againstoodstillamoment, walkedcarelesslyuptothelooking-glassonthewall, withhisrighthandraisedtheredbandageonhisforeheadalittle, andbeganexamininghisbruisesandscars, whichhadnotyetdisappeared.
"He'salone," thoughtMitya, "inallprobabilityhe'salone."
FyodorPavlovitchmovedawayfromthelookingglass, .
"'sasleepbynow," hethought, ."He'slookingforheroutofthewindow, soshe'? He'swildwithimpatience."...Mityaslippedbackatonce, , , .
"He'salone, he'salone!" herepeatedagain."Ifshewerehere, hisfacewouldbedifferent."
