“You see, you must go. Don’t grieve. Be sure I shall not die without your
still pagan, and mistaken path to the true and rightful path, which alone
away, Marya Kondratyevna.”
like a kind of convict. Yet I was awfully well received in the little
“Our story?” repeated Nikolay Parfenovitch. “Well—and yours?”
had the thought of Smerdyakov in my mind. I’ve been sitting here, shouting
nothing of it.’ And would you have us not come here to disturb you, not
Gentlemen, she is my betrothed!” he said ecstatically and reverently,
other evidence collected by the prosecution. And so I think it essential
one might like looking at them. But even then we should not love them. But
Troy observed in a loud voice.
downwards. The spirit of isolation is coming upon the people too. Money‐
compassion? No; he jumped down simply to make certain whether the only
“I can’t think why you are so agitated,” Fyodor Pavlovitch observed
“I don’t feel differently, but I wish I hadn’t hated him so.”
shall be. You see how anxious I am for your words, Alexey Fyodorovitch....
insisted on his soaping them thoroughly and rubbing them more. He seemed
devil. He goes to the baths. If you undressed him, you’d be sure to find
discussion rather interested Krassotkin, and he stood still in the passage
spitefully perverse.
Nevertheless, he went to see Mitya ten days before the trial and proposed
urge you on at all. No, no, I didn’t urge you on! But no matter, I will
“I understand that,” Alyosha jerked out suddenly.
“The purest Ultramontanism!” cried Miüsov impatiently, crossing and
old man had agreed upon with Smerdyakov, twice slowly and then three times
take you and we’ll fly away.... Oh, I’d give my whole life for one year
quite different. “Is it loathing for my father’s house?” he wondered.
Jesuits, they are spoken ill of, but surely they are not what you
sofa observed in his direction.
“How could you help reckoning on him? If he killed him, then he would lose
think of the gold‐mines, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?”
stay, you interrupted me. At Mokroe I was talking to an old man, and he
upon it. The medical line of defense had only been taken up through the
A sudden impulse seemed to come into his soul. With a serious and earnest
“Know whom?”
and the drivers stood round him bargaining over the journey of twelve
making you suffer, Alyosha, you are not yourself. I’ll leave off if you
behavior, in his mind, and in his poverty. He doesn’t know how to do
amazement, that she proposed to bring a child into the world before
“Oh, how I love you and admire you at this moment just because you are
the only person he trusted, to hide the envelope with the notes in the
me to go now.... You see, I’ve two pieces of copse land there. The
killed my father, gentlemen, who has killed him? Who can have killed him,
“Even this must have a preface—that is, a literary preface,” laughed Ivan,
nervous movement, hid his hands behind his back. Mitya instantly noticed
At some thoughts one stands perplexed, especially at the sight of men’s
absurd, indeed, to suspect you. On the contrary, I am grateful to you for
calling you simply Alyosha), I should like Alexey Fyodorovitch, too, to
violent‐tempered perhaps and carried away by his passions, but at the same
Alyosha suddenly felt himself trembling all over.
they went to pay visits. But next morning they would get up at dawn, as
“His soul was full of confusion and dread, but he managed, however, to put
mysterious symptoms, reason for believing that he was not an object of
inflicted, according to his own and your evidence, by you, there seems no
“Well, you may go to the devil!” cried Pyotr Ilyitch, on second thoughts.
fact, we shall be the first to repudiate our charge, we shall hasten to
off without quarreling. And I never gave them away. I never bragged of one
Afanasy, and gave him two blows in the face with all my might, so that it
sacrifice an hour to it: “In an hour I shall know everything, I shall
Varvinsky, maintained to all of them that it was just the thought of it
things that had nothing to do with his position. On Mitya’s left side, in
and the scourge we have always with us and they cannot be taken from us.
“Why are you all silent?”
fancy he’ll succeed, too. And what’s more, it’s with Mitya’s consent. For
accusations “damaging to my reputation as a citizen and a loyal subject.”
surprise. Didn’t you know that? You must astound them till they’re
a question—for instance, what year it is?”
It was a bright, clear day, and many of the visitors were thronging about
then he _must_’ lies the whole case for the prosecution. He was there, so
von Sohn? Or perch on the box with the coachman. Skip on to the box, von
treating the chorus, you shouted straight out that you would leave your
down from there at you and sees you, and rejoices at your tears, and
is not thinking; he is “contemplating.” If any one touched him he would
have I? Step aside, Mitya, and make way! What am I now? Now everything is
of clumsy mahogany chairs along the walls, with glass chandeliers under
when they asked whether I was a Christian or not a Christian, seeing I had
up from deep sleep (for he was only asleep—an epileptic fit is always
an unclean heathen, from heathen parents. The Lord God can’t surely take a
“That’s what he says, he, and he knows it. ‘You are going to perform an
this mercy? How can I endure so much love? Am I worthy of it?’ That’s what
can be no hooks, and if there are no hooks it all breaks down, which is
at this as a child; but then I heard from country neighbors and from my
unchanged countenances, waited, with earnest attention, to hear what the
Inquisitor. What are these sins of mankind they take on themselves? Who
and atheistic side, with a socialistic tinge, with a tiny gloss of
indeed, why should Ivan Fyodorovitch have kept silence till now? And so,
off.”
They were so crumpled and so short that he looked as though he had grown
“Poetry is rubbish!” said Smerdyakov curtly.
town. I spent money right and left. I was thought to be rich; I thought so
too, burst into tears.
burdocks under the hurdle our revelers saw Lizaveta asleep. They stopped
novel, which I may perhaps never write. But I cannot omit to mention here
loved them both, but what could he desire for each in the midst of these
“Yes; make him a bed on the sofa,” answered Grushenka.
let go. Alyosha cried out with pain and pulled his finger away with all
put the envelope straight in his pocket and got away with it as fast as he
“Let them assert it.”
kiss on the lips and a dagger in the heart, as in Schiller’s _Robbers_. I
his mad and consuming passion for Katerina Ivanovna. This is not the time
back his words afterwards, for Fetyukovitch caught him out over it at
even remember his drunken letter. ‘He snatched up the pestle,’ they say,
the true Kingdom of Christ will come.” That was the dream in Alyosha’s
He was sitting writing something in pencil in his note‐book. Alyosha told
realizing his position and the sanctity of the obligations laid upon him.
You don’t know your way to the sea!
ashamed at Alyosha’s seeing it. He had reckoned on receiving his payment
any other work associated in any way with the phrase “Project Gutenberg”),
“Shouldn’t you put a wet bandage on your head and go to bed, too?” Alyosha
Oh, that’s nothing, nothing, there’s still a whole street before him, and
“It’s all untrue,” mumbled the boy, with a grin.
for a long while forbidden to do so, above all by his wife.
was standing immovable in his place by the door listening and watching
was always of a voluptuous temper, and ready to run after any petticoat on
The carriage rolled away. Nothing was clear in Ivan’s soul, but he looked
“Alyosha, I should be very glad to meet you to‐morrow morning,” said Ivan
that interview, far from shaking Ivan’s belief in his guilt, positively
pit? That’s just how I’m falling, but not in a dream. And I’m not afraid,
rather late in the day. She had better have done it before. What use is it
pestle fell two paces from Grigory, not in the grass but on the path, in a
promise. In the morning as he lay down to sleep, Father Zossima had told
to every one by now that he was playing a part again. Yet Miüsov was stung
find out.”
with nervous impatience. When the old man appeared at the opposite door,
more insight and more impartiality than I can do. Now we are either
with extraordinary softness.
of Troy. This was a good time ago, but he felt uneasy and could not bring
know what he fancied; but he pulled out a penknife, rushed at me, and
might understand that there would be trouble in the house, and would
rapture.
Alyosha:
with blood in patches over the pocket in which he had put his
“Oh, how you speak! What bold and lofty words!” cried the lady. “You seem
Christ’s covenant, they would slaughter one another down to the last two
presence—and had he taken the envelope with him, no one would ever have
not come into my life, I should never perhaps, so I fancy at least, have
am sorry for it now. But I had a special reason. So now I’ve told you all
unseemly and ignoble, may remain in his defenseless heart. You don’t know
same time he felt that if she did not come, something inconceivable would
that’s told is foolishness. He never thrashed any one,” answered the monk.
had meanwhile developed. There were rumors that she had been at seventeen
“bottled by the brothers Eliseyev,” fruits, cigars, tea, coffee, sugar,
it there, keep it there.... Make haste, mamma, some water in a slop‐basin.
“Of course, I will; that’s what I’ve been leading up to. You are dear to
disbelieve his own senses than admit the fact. Even if he admits it, he
repeat; I never for one instant doubt of his innocence. But, so be it, I
more than anything in the world.
“I should like you to have a dark blue velvet coat, a white piqué
priest will give you horses back to Volovya station.”
landlord in the balcony, looking for him in the dark, and noticed at once
bent an intent look upon the elder. He had a high opinion of his own
“Yes. The valet Smerdyakov, and Heaven. Write down about Heaven. That may
are dead. The righteous man departs, but his light remains. Men are always
come, without any sort of explanation.
new one). “The ladder’s the same. I’m at the bottom step, and you’re
that he was covered with blood. That may be believed, that is very
But Grushenka waved her handkerchief at him and drove him away.
every day, he realized that it was not on account of Katya’s “returns”
fired his own pistol too, but he had a dream the night before that he
“That’s just so. You can’t tell beforehand.”
In the case in which we are now so deeply occupied and over which our
here, I can look at Alyosha ... smile at me, dear, cheer up, smile at my
Mitya from jealousy on her account! Yes, she thinks that! But it’s not so.
have not done what I ought to have done,” rise up at once and do it. If
some sort of fit, the witness could not appear at the moment, but was
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Fyodorovitch would shoot himself before daybreak, that he had resolved to
exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. If any disclaimer or
now, trying to get money from me, though he has wasted thousands on this
hymn of triumph if you can.... Damn you, you torturers!”
passion for psychology. In my opinion, they were wrong, and our prosecutor
servant, a stout woman of forty, marked with small‐pox, appeared in the
“Till what happened?” put in Nikolay Parfenovitch inquisitively, but Mitya
held, crushed up in his right fist, and as he ran he thrust it into the
So Mitya began, and broke down at the first sentence. We will not
decide what he, Mitya, was to do with his own money.
him but despair—for what chance had he, with nothing in the world, to
modern realism and can’t stand anything fantastic. If you like it to be a
always talking about? He talks and talks and I can make nothing of it. I
have felt the impulse to suicide doubled, trebled, and must have killed
torn envelope on the floor?
of geese flying high overhead in the bright sky. And all of a sudden he
“It would be a capital thing if he didn’t turn up. Do you suppose I like
devil!”
he added, extremely politely. Mitya (he remembered it afterwards) became
refined, subtle, daring, and worthy of imitation. Seeing that Alyosha
all over the place, in all the corners, under the table, and they open the
will, Ilusha,’ said I, ‘only I must save up for it.’ I was glad to be able
Fyodorovitch, do it for me, and now ... now I am rather ... tired. Good‐
it happened. I was excited myself and could not follow. I only know that
a word to you about the chief thing. Yes, the trial is to‐morrow; but it
down parts of those two remarkable speeches in full, and will quote them
not turn to Nikolay Parfenovitch, as though he disdained to speak to him.
“About what business?” the captain interrupted impatiently.
“In a miracle of Divine Providence. God knows my heart. He sees my
into the French Academy, and to revenge himself wrote his own epitaph:
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years, came in to her drunk. The story is that instantly upon seeing him,
left, covered with knitted quilts. On the one on the left was a pyramid of
room, three grains of powder were thrust into the touch‐hole and a match
repeating to himself, again and again. “It’s like a dream, I’ve sometimes
truth of the prisoner’s statement that he ran away from his father’s
whole story, he completely changed his view of her. And strange to say,
“What do you mean by ‘nothing’?”
mountain out of a molehill—he knows that himself, yet he will be the first
fate was determined, Mitya had fallen ill with nervous fever, and was sent
kitchen garden had been planted lately near the house.
stinking outhouse, with its unexpiated tears to ‘dear, kind God’! It’s not
won’t go into that now. Of that later.
sympathy, enter into all his troubles and anxieties, take his part and not
are dying of!’ And then what a way they have sending people to
Alexandrovitch, I was aware of that myself. But, there! I always say the
“No, I’m going home. I’ll take his horse and get home,” he said,
protocol read aloud and sign it. Mitya guessed that he had been asleep an
rather late in the day. She had better have done it before. What use is it
And as they never take strong drink, I assure you they both drop asleep at
full of oats?’ I said. ‘The oats are dropping out of the sack, and the
you must go at once and make a bargain with him.”
daren’t speak the truth, from having been for years humiliated and
murder actually take place? Gentlemen of the jury, if we convict and
listening to the conversation with silent contempt, still only impressed
I don’t care about that—our names may perish. I respect your brother!”
it so much, most honored Karl von Moor.”
who had insulted him more gravely than any one in the world. On the other
“Precisely. I have cross‐examined him several times,” Nikolay Parfenovitch
not be comforted because they are not. Such is the lot set on earth for
Ivan said this in a perfect fury, giving him to understand with obvious
Kolya leaned against the fence with an air of dignity, waiting for Alyosha
upon him—settling our accounts, so to speak, and saying that I wouldn’t
spot. He was going to make a complaint against me to the masters. He is
come, I reject the sign. I have a way of salvation and I turn my back on
to look at her, laughing, and began jesting with unbridled licentiousness.
readiness to answer,” said Nikolay Parfenovitch, with an animated air, and
“Well, now come and wash,” said Pyotr Ilyitch sternly. “Put the money on
I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a long time. I go to him
never told any one about it. You’re the first, except Ivan, of course—Ivan
things that feeling. Go at once and seek suffering for yourself, as though
her face was beaming with spontaneous good‐natured kindliness, and direct
translation, and showed him the Gospel of St. John, chapter xii. verse 24:
His coming, loved Him, hoped for Him, yearned to suffer and die for Him as
prisoner—everything about the money and the signals, where the envelope
happily expresses it.
premeditated. It was written two days before, and so we know now for a
“And perhaps I don’t even believe in God.”
on which Father Païssy had found Alyosha sitting in the morning.) Another
Grushenka. And he’s ready to do that in spite of all his nobility and
the customary impressiveness.
boots on his feet, and his little breeches hanging by one button.”
frightened and run away. Fyodor Pavlovitch had much to think of, but never
relation of Mr. Miüsov.”
“The prosecutor asks at what moment could Smerdyakov have committed the
‘Why are you keeping him?’ he said. ‘So you’ve begun keeping him.’ He is
aloft for it—you’ll find that a bit harder. I can talk sense, too, Father
suddenly, to the surprise of every one, turned, quite composedly even, and
was looking for him, it was almost dark.
Ivan all day. He was as much worried about Ivan as about Mitya, and more
feels during one’s speech if they are being formed. I was aware of them.
Fathers and teachers, forgive me and don’t be angry, that like a little
the door after him.
Dmitri, that I loved no one but him! It was only resentment against that
Have you heard her speak before of what she has just told us? No, you
sake of the children, because they couldn’t think of anything to do by
deceive them all the way so that they may not notice where they are being
a weak son, would have submitted, have felt ashamed of his father, sir,
Chapter XII. And There Was No Murder Either
assure us that Smerdyakov could not have killed him, was not capable of
“Brother,” Alyosha began again, in a shaking voice, “I have said this to
experiences of the day. He felt something bordering upon despair, which he
hidden in a corner and only see him for one little minute, hear him
dropped them to the ground, and from the boy’s look alone, Father Païssy
manage it all himself, so that I shall have nothing to do with it. Don’t
Siberia for it, I’ll give you back your three thousand. And
want to?”
such pranks should never be repeated. He swore on his knees before the
afraid of that woman, Katerina Ivanovna. He had been afraid of her from
He suddenly determined to go to Samsonov, the merchant who was Grushenka’s
woman as soon as she was led up to the holy sacrament, which had been
rational and philanthropic....”
“The three thousand,” thought Mitya, his heart almost stopping, “and at
such kindness, but ... If only you knew how precious time is to me....
himself that I have done all I can.
boys.”
coming to‐morrow, and if you like, we can talk over many things, but now
Mitya started, leapt up, but sat down again. Then he began at once
was too much for her, she jumped up, flung up her arms and, with a loud
and slaves and the ‘holy guard.’ He stops at the sight of the crowd and
candle. It was only a note, a few lines. She read it in one instant.
“Great elder, speak! Do I annoy you by my vivacity?” Fyodor Pavlovitch
fifteen hundred roubles he still carried round his neck, and say, ‘I am a
trying to steal his beautiful Katerina Ivanovna for the last three months?
She was about eighteen at the time of her husband’s death; she had been
attractive in all he was told about Alyosha. So the present moment was
(after the catastrophe of which we will speak later) testified in court
pulls him through.”
It was exactly eleven o’clock when he entered Madame Hohlakov’s house. He
to live with their wives and mistresses, to have or not to have
occurrence people try to detect a suspicion, a hint that he was shamming
attracted them.
several men, and that she was led out, and that when he recovered himself
was genuinely touched.
“As far as Church jurisdiction is concerned he is apparently quite opposed
“Nothing to boast of? And who are the others?”
whisper. And among these were some of the oldest monks, strictest in their
angry as before, so if any one had opened the door at that moment and
Yet now he felt for some reason that he was frightened at it. And these
“Disputes about money?”
“I warned you,” said the elder of her aunts. “I tried to prevent your
on her shoulders. She walked to the witness‐box with her smooth, noiseless
Foolish and irrelevant ideas strayed about his mind, as they always do in
when Alyosha had been telling him of his meeting with Smerdyakov, he had
“Rakitin,” he said suddenly, in a firm and loud voice; “don’t taunt me
You used to talk Russian. You can’t have forgotten it in five years.”
you will hear how he will tremble and be horror‐struck. ‘How can I endure
financial relations of father and son, and arguing again and again that it
all sorts of occasions, sometimes most surprising ones. Though the fare
while the fire of passion was still in his veins. But of the innocent
you are young. My dear fellow, intelligence isn’t the only thing! I have
But his head ached more and more. He sat without moving, and unconsciously
heart needs? He needs sunshine, childish play, good examples all about
I came here, Alyosha, till the last few days, indeed, perhaps even now, I
His anger had returned with the last words.
even “criticized” what he heard about Alyosha. But secretly he had a great
taste, let me tell you that; and it’s not the proper place for a
they had no doubt that he was crazy. But it was just his craziness
“Katya, why have you ruined me?” and his sobs were audible all over the
“But if he has killed him already?”
your son, or he will be sure to send a letter. Go, and henceforward be in
“Mitya’ll be up to something now—I say! Does he know or doesn’t he?”
heaven in my heart from the moment I had done what I had to do. Now I dare
somewhere in the _Lives of the Saints_ of a holy saint martyred for his
second statement we heard only cries of resentment and revenge, cries of
Get up, Alexey Fyodorovitch.” He took him by the hand and with unexpected
like. And if you don’t want to, don’t, damn you! That’s my philosophy.
kill!”
Book I. The History Of A Family
against me as I sat on the stone. ‘Father,’ he kept crying, ‘dear father,
certain moral convictions so natural in a brother.
Perhaps this hatred was accentuated by the fact that when Ivan first came
unhappy brother. Intense, infinite compassion overwhelmed him instantly.
and talked quite like a child, and was not at all ashamed of it, even when
him, was distressed to see that his friend Rakitin was dishonorable, and
being stained with blood, must be “included with the other material
understood it, but that the elder Zossima was this saint and custodian of
though he would not allow them to cover Ilusha, and began greedily and
Parfenovitch hurriedly added up the total.
make jokes, and at me, too? Go on laughing. I am so glad you do. You laugh
going now—to Venice? Your Venice will keep another two days. I would have
from your eyes. You believe what people say, that I’m nothing but a
was not quite legal, indeed; but he was a kind‐hearted and compassionate
“Do you know,” he said to me once, “that people are very inquisitive about
saying something in a loud voice to Maximov, who sat the other side of the
forgotten it on the path, dropped it through carelessness or haste, no, he
Ivanovna with three thousand roubles to send off by post. But the question
hand, a tiny letter folded up tight and sealed. He glanced at it and
“Oh, yes,” he laughed gloomily. “Of course I recognize it. Let me have a
At the hospital he was at once allowed to see the patient. Smerdyakov was
some surprise for a moment.
unlike.
Smerdyakov of myself.”
coward, Alyosha! _Le mot de l’énigme_ is that I am a coward. ‘It is not
age of steamers and railways. Neither a thousand, nor a hundred roubles,
“At first he only talked about it in taverns—he was talking about it all
If any one had looked at Alyosha standing a step behind the elder, he
had not the courage of a chicken. ‘He fell at my feet and kissed them,’
Ivan remembered this. During the last week of that month Ivan himself
“Then one ought not to step on at all.”
To begin with, he was late, taking a short cut from Volovya station which
Chapter V. Not You, Not You!
sixty thousand each. There’s not a doubt you did reckon on Dmitri
from her invalid chair, anxiously watched him putting the bed tidy. The
refused to believe it and thought that he was deranged, though all
the covered, motionless dead man that lay in the coffin, with the ikon on
did that money exist indeed? And was it to get money that the prisoner ran
“Well, if that’s so, the devil must have killed him,” broke suddenly from
the winter, before the cold. You must write to us when you are there, and
thirty roubles a month at least out of me, chiefly for luxuries: he had
account. And that’s why it’s so base of you. For I didn’t kill him, I
late. He scarcely spoke to him, and bowed to him stiffly. Seeing Alyosha
souls of atheists, who have destroyed everything! For even those who have
more quickly, the signal that meant “Grushenka is here!”
bodies, but that had caused no scandal nor even the slightest excitement.
hundred roubles. Five hours later he was arrested, and, except fifteen
recognize intelligence in the peasantry.”
kiss on the lips and a dagger in the heart, as in Schiller’s _Robbers_. I
“But how can I possibly be responsible for all?” every one would laugh in
chairs by the table. The table of plain wood was covered with a cloth with
depressed on the journey? Why, as he reached Moscow, had he said to
give me a clean rag to bind up my finger with. I have hurt it, and it’s
“It’s ages, ages, perfect ages since I’ve seen you! It’s a whole week—only
the prisoner could not even speak of the three thousand roubles, of which
Smerdyakov pronounced firmly.
He would beat me cruelly
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cordially, standing up. His cordiality was a complete surprise to Alyosha.
grown fond of going to the public baths, would you believe it? and I go
object, but that this was what he desired, and, if opportunity arose, that
“To‐morrow,” I thought.
himself can be more easily offended than any one. You know it is sometimes
was to see you. And how he fretted for you to come!”
court. She wouldn’t allow it. She fought and struggled to get back to
child I’ve been babbling of what you know long ago, and can teach me a
I have forgotten, by the way, to mention that Kolya Krassotkin was the boy
the wood. And the great saint pitied him, went up to him without fear and
had happened, after his disgraceful behavior in the elder’s cell. Not that
beat him senseless, and I should have time to take it then, and then I’d
So, for instance, when Grigory, Fyodor Pavlovitch’s old servant, who had
noticed him lingering by the bookcase, and reading the titles through the
“I could kill you, but I forgive you, so there!” ’ You see what the
magnificent black shawl. She was suffering from a slight feverish
“I suspected all my life that it wasn’t true,” Fyodor Pavlovitch cried
with?” exclaimed Alyosha.
disappearance of quite half of the three thousand he had just taken from
“Oh, the devil!”
insufferable from him than from any one. And knowing that he had already
flat, above all, that he had been talking utter nonsense.
“What of Dmitri and father? how will it end?” asked Alyosha anxiously.
noted in passing that he was a young man of sturdy character.
bundle of bank‐notes in Mitya’s hand, and what was more, he had walked in
“Why shouldn’t I learn them so as to improve my education, supposing that
that exist of itself, or is it only an emanation of myself, a logical
betrayed by some one, some sort of officer, and immediately afterwards
“And do you know, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how people do go out of their
better call it ours—aren’t we showing contempt for him, for that poor
comparison; I can’t boast of eloquence. But I will take as an example any
and again took a flying leap forward), “so will not you, excellent and
once.... He must have killed him while I was running away and while
was to see you. And how he fretted for you to come!”
“Chinese,” as Fyodor Pavlovitch used to call it. The word “Chinese”
“It is done!” he said. “I’ve long been yearning to see you, why didn’t you
him. It would make a scandal. And scandal was what Pyotr Ilyitch dreaded
together, that’s what is too much for me.”
tears. I could not sleep at night.
of unbounded resolution; he would make an end of the wavering that had so
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