"Nothim, damnthemonster!" Ivanshouted, inafrenzy."Doyouknowthathevisitsme? Howdidyoufindout? Speak!"
"Whoishe! Idon'tknowwhomyouaretalkingabout," Alyoshafaltered, beginningtobealarmed.
"Yes, youdoknow...orhowcouldyou—? It'simpossiblethatyoudon'tknow."
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"Brother," Alyoshabeganagain, inashakingvoice, "Ihavesaidthistoyou, becauseyou'llbelievemyword, , it', onceforall! Godhasputitintomyhearttosaythistoyou, eventhoughitmaymakeyouhatemefromthishour."
ButbynowIvanhadapparentlyregainedhisselfcontrol.
"AlexeyFyodorovitch," hesaid, withacoldsmile, "Ican'tendureprophetsandepileptics—messengersfromGodespecially—'sthewaytoyourlodgings, 'dbetterbeparticularlycarefulnottocometometo-day! Doyouhear?"
Heturnedandwalkedonwithafirmstep, notlookingback.
"Brother," Alyoshacalledafterhim, "ifanythinghappenstoyouto-day, turntomebeforeanyone!"
-postatthecrossroads, ; neitherofthemwaswillingtoliveinFyodorPavlovitch'-to-dolady, ', , andrarelyenteredanyoftheotherroomsinhisabode.
Hereachedthegateofthehouseandhadhishandonthebell, , turnedbackwithacurse, , slanting, woodenhouse, almostahut, whereMaryaKondratyevna, theneighborwhousedtocometoFyodorPavlovitch'skitchenforsoupandtowhomSmerdyakovhadoncesunghissongsandplayedontheguitar, , , whowasill—almostdying—hadbeenwiththemeversinceFyodorPavlovitch', drawnbyasuddenandirresistibleprompting.
