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off so easily. But she knew very well that it was only that he
was in such haste, or she might not have fared so well. But
as he ran, he surprised both Fenya and old Matryona by an
unexpected action. On the table stood a brass mortar, with
a pestle in it, a small brass pestle, not much more than six
inches long. Mitya already had opened the door with one
hand when, with the other, he snatched up the pestle, and
thrust it in his side-pocket.
‘Oh Lord! He’s going to murder someone!’ cried Fenya,
flinging up her hands.

The Brothers Karamazov