“Oh, not a doubt of it,” I cried, pricking up my ears. “It was a got-up thing and it was too transparent, and so badly acted.”

“I’ve had a change of luck. I gave up books and bells and church-going because I’d a life sentence, so that I had a very long time to finish my term.”

“Negotiations are over. I beg you to listen to the signal!” Kirillov shouted at the top of his voice. “One! Two! Three!”

All scandal and gossip, all the petty tittle-tattle was thrown into the background, another significance had been detected.

Among the ladies especially a sort of frivolity was conspicuous, and it could not be said to be a gradual growth.

Manifestoes are a trivial matter too, and to my thinking not worth troubling about.

I believe that all these people had come together in the agreeable expectation of hearing something particularly interesting, and had notice of it beforehand.

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I found him in a surprising condition: upset and in great agitation, but at the same time unmistakably triumphant.

“Curse the expression,” he squealed, at once catching her smile