"That'sblood, Fenya," hesaid, lookingatherwithastrangeexpression."That'shumanblood, andmyGod! whywasitshed? But...Fenya...there'safencehere" (helookedatherasthoughsettingherariddle), "ahighfence, -morrow, whenthesunrises, Mityawillleapoverthatfence....Youdon'tunderstandwhatfence, Fenya, and, nevermind....You'llhearto-morrowandunderstand...andnow, 'tstandinherway.I'llstepaside, , myjoy....Youlovedmeforanhour, rememberMityenkaKaramazovsoforever....ShealwaysusedtocallmeMityenka, doyouremember?"
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JusttenminuteslaterDmitriwentintoPyotrIlyitchPerhotin, -pasteight, andPyotrIlyitchhadfinishedhiseveningtea, andhadjustputhiscoatonagaintogotothe "Metropolis" .
Seeinghimwithhisfaceallsmearedwithblood, theyoungmanutteredacryofsurprise.
"Goodheavens! Whatisthematter?"
"I'vecomeformypistols," saidMitya, ".I'minahurry, PyotrIlyitch, pleasemakehaste."
PyotrIlyitchgrewmoreandmoresurprised; hesuddenlycaughtsightofabundleofbank-notesinMitya'shand, andwhatwasmore, hehadwalkedinholdingthenotesasnoonewalksinandnoonecarriesmoney: hehadtheminhisrighthand, 'sservantboy, whometMityainthepassage, saidafterwardsthathewalkedintothepassageinthesameway, withthemoneyoutstretchedinhishand, -coloredhundred-roublenotes, andthefingersholdingthemwerecoveredwithblood.
