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not done yet, but it seems to me that I have written down a
great deal here that is unnecessary,—this dream—‘
‘You have indeed!’ said Gania.
‘There is too much about myself, I know, but—‘ As Hip-
polyte said this his face wore a tired, pained look, and he
wiped the sweat off his brow.
‘Yes,’ said Lebedeff, ‘you certainly think a great deal too
much about yourself.’
‘Well—gentlemen—I do not force anyone to listen! If
any of you are unwilling to sit it out, please go away, by all
means!’
‘He turns people out of a house that isn’t his own,’ mut-
tered Rogojin.
‘Suppose we all go away?’ said Ferdishenko suddenly.
Hippolyte clutched his manuscript, and gazing at the last
speaker with glittering eyes, said: ‘You don’t like me at all!’
A few laughed at this, but not all.
‘Hippolyte,’ said the prince, ‘give me the papers, and go
to bed like a sensible fellow. We’ll have a good talk tomor-
row, but you really mustn’t go on with this reading; it is not
good for you!’
‘How can I? How can I?’ cried Hippolyte, looking at him
in amazement. ‘Gentlemen! I was a fool! I won’t break off
again. Listen, everyone who wants to!’
He gulped down some water out of a glass standing near,
bent over the table, in order to hide his face from the audi-
ence, and recommenced.
‘The idea that it is not worth while living for a few weeks
took possession of me a month ago, when I was told that I

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