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Give me twenty-five—that will be enough; it is all I really
need, for a fortnight at least. I will not ask you for more
for a fortnight. I should like to have given Agatha a present,
but she does not really deserve it. Oh, my dear prince, God
bless you!’
At this moment Lebedeff appeared, having just arrived
from Petersburg. He frowned when he saw the twenty-five
rouble note in Keller’s hand, but the latter, having got the
money, went away at once. Lebedeff began to abuse him.
‘You are unjust; I found him sincerely repentant,’ ob-
served the prince, after listening for a time.
‘What is the good of repentance like that? It is the same
exactly as mine yesterday, when I said, ‘I am base, I am
base,’—words, and nothing more!’
‘Then they were only words on your part? I thought, on
the contrary...’
‘Well, I don’t mind telling you the truth—you only! Be-
cause you see through a man somehow. Words and actions,
truth and falsehood, are all jumbled up together in me, and
yet I am perfectly sincere. I feel the deepest repentance, be-
lieve it or not, as you choose; but words and lies come out
in the infernal craving to get the better of other people. It is
always there—the notion of cheating people, and of using
my repentant tears to my own advantage! I assure you this
is the truth, prince! I would not tell any other man for the
world! He would laugh and jeer at me—but you, you judge
a man humanely.’
‘Why, Keller said the same thing to me nearly word for
word a few minutes ago!’ cried Muishkin. ‘And you both

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