"'ssomethingofMephistophelesabouthim, orratherof 'Theheroofourtime'...Arbenin, orwhat'shisname?...Yousee, he'', whenhebeginstellingstories....Theyearbeforelastheinvitedustotea, teawithliqueur (theladiessendhimliqueur), andbegantellingusaboutoldtimestillwenearlysplitoursides....Especiallyhowheoncecuredaparalyzedwoman.'IfmylegswerenotbadIknowadanceIcoulddanceyou,' ? 'I'veplentyoftricksinmytime,', themerchant, outofsixtythousand."
"What, hestoleit?"
"Hebroughthimthemoneyasamanhecouldtrust, saying, 'Takecareofitforme, friend, there'llbeapolicesearchatmyplaceto-morrow.' Andhekeptit.'YouhavegivenittotheChurch,' : 'You'reascoundrel,' Isaid.'No,' saidhe, 'I'mnotascoundrel, butI'mbroad-minded.' Butthatwasn'the, thatwassomeoneelse.I'vemuddledhimwithsomeoneelse..., anotherglassandthat', Ivan.I''tyoustopme, Ivan, andtellmeIwaslying?"
"Iknewyou'dstopofyourself."
"That', ."
"Well, I''vehadtoomuchbrandy."
"I'vebeggedyouforChrist'ssaketogotoTchermashnyaforadayortwo, andyoudon'tgo."
"I'llgoto-morrowifyou'resosetuponit."
"Youwon''swhatyouwant, 'swhyyouwon'tgo."
."Whyareyoulookingatme? Whydoyoulooklikethat? Youreyeslookatmeandsay, 'Youuglydrunkard!' 'recontemptuous....You', here, ', youmustn'tloveIvan."
"Don'," Alyoshasaidemphatically.
"Oh, , , 'sthethirdtimeI'vetoldyou."
Hemused, andsuddenlyaslow, cunninggrinspreadoverhisface.
