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now. He fell to questioning Fenya with an extreme precise-
ness, astonishing in his position, and though the girl looked
wildly at his blood-stained hands, she, too, with wonderful
readiness and rapidity, answered every question as though
eager to put the whole truth and nothing but the truth be-
fore him. Little by little, even with a sort of enjoyment, she
began explaining every detail, not wanting to torment him,
but, as it were, eager to be of the utmost service to him. She
described the whole of that day, in great detail, the visit of
Rakitin and Alyosha, how she, Fenya, had stood on the
watch, how the mistress had set off, and how she had called
out of the window to Alyosha to give him, Mitya, her greet-
ings, and to tell him ‘to remember for ever how she had
loved him for an hour.’
Hearing of the message, Mitya suddenly smiled, and
there was a flush of colour on his pale cheeks. At the same
moment Fenya said to him, not a bit afraid now to be in-
quisitive:
‘Look at your hands, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. They’re all
over blood!
‘Yes,’ answered Mitya mechanically. He looked carelessly
at his hands and at once forgot them and Fenya’s question.
He sank into silence again. Twenty minutes had passed
since he had run in. His first horror was over, but evidently
some new fixed determination had taken possession of him.
He suddenly stood up, smiling dreamily.
‘What has happened to you, sir?’ said Fenya, pointing to
his hands again. She spoke compassionately, as though she
felt very near to him now in his grief. Mitya looked at his

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