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‘Well, turn him out!’
‘I don’t HATE, I despise him,’ said Gania, grandly. ‘Well,
I do hate him, if you like!’ he added, with a sudden access of
rage, ‘and I’ll tell him so to his face, even when he’s dying!
If you had but read his confession—good Lord! what re-
finement of impudence! Oh, but I’d have liked to whip him
then and there, like a schoolboy, just to see how surprised
he would have been! Now he hates everybody because he—
Oh, I say, what on earth are they doing there! Listen to that
noise! I really can’t stand this any longer. Ptitsin!’ he cried,
as the latter entered the room, ‘what in the name of good-
ness are we coming to? Listen to that—‘
But the noise came rapidly nearer, the door burst open,
and old General Ivolgin, raging, furious, purple-faced, and
trembling with anger, rushed in. He was followed by Nina
Alexandrovna, Colia, and behind the rest, Hippolyte.

The Idiot