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Mitya's Great Secret Received with Hisses
"Gentlemen," he began, still in the same agitation, "I want to make a full confession: that money was my own."
The lawyer's faces lengthened. That was not at all what they expected.
"How do you mean?" faltered Nikolay Parfenovitch, "when at five o'clock on the same day, from your own confession-"
"Damn five o'clock on the same day and my own confession! That's
nothing to do with it now! That money was my own, my own, that is, stolen by me...not mine, I mean, but stolen by me, and it was fifteen hundred roubles, and I had it on me all the time, all the time..."
"But where did you get it?"
"I took it off my neck, gentlemen, off this very neck... it was
here, round my neck, sewn up in a rag, and I'd had it round my neck
a long time, it's a month since I put it round my neck... to my
shame and disgrace!"
"And from whom did you... appropriate it?"
"You mean, 'steal it'? Speak out plainly now. Yes, I consider that
I practically stole it, but, if you prefer, I 'appropriated it.' I
consider I stole it. And last night I stole it finally."
"Last night? But you said that it's a month since you... obtained it?..."
"Yes. But not from my father. Not from my father, don't be uneasy. I didn't steal it from my father, but from her. Let me tell you without interrupting. It's hard to do, you know. You see, a month ago, I was sent for by Katerina Ivanovna, formerly my betrothed. Do you know her?"
"Yes, of course."
"I know you know her. She's a noble creature, noblest of the
noble. But she has hated me ever so long, oh, ever so long... and
hated me with good reason, good reason!"
"Katerina Ivanovna!" Nikolay Parfenovitch exclaimed with wonder. The prosecutor, too, stared.
"Oh, don't take her name in vain! I'm a scoundrel to bring her
into it. Yes, I've seen that she hated me... a long while.... From the
very first, even that evening at my lodging... but enough, enough. You're unworthy even to know of that. No need of that at all.... I need only tell you that she sent for me a month ago, gave me three thousand roubles to send off to her sister and another relation in Moscow (as though she couldn't have sent it off herself!) and I... it was just at that fatal moment in my life when I... well, in fact, when I'd just come to love another, her, she's sitting down below now, Grushenka. I carried her off here to Mokroe then, and wasted here in two days half that damned three thousand, but the other half I kept on me. Well, I've kept that other half, that fifteen hundred, like a locket round my neck, but yesterday I undid it, and spent it. What's left of it, eight hundred roubles, is in your hands now, Nikolay Parfenovitch. That's the change out of the fifteen hundred I had yesterday."
"Excuse me. How's that? Why, when you were here a month ago you
spent three thousand, not fifteen hundred, everybody knows that."
"Who knows it? Who counted the money? Did I let anyone count it?"
"Why, you told everyone yourself that you'd spent exactly three
thousand."
"It's true, I did. I told the whole town so, and the whole town
said so. And here, at Mokroe, too, everyone reckoned it was three
thousand. Yet I didn't spend three thousand, but fifteen hundred. And the other fifteen hundred I sewed into a little bag. That's how it was, gentlemen. That's where I got that money yesterday...."
"This is almost miraculous," murmured Nikolay Parfenovitch.
"Allow me to inquire," observed the prosecutor at last, "have
you informed anyone whatever of this circumstance before; I mean
that you had fifteen hundred left about you a month ago?"
"I told no one."
"That's strange. Do you mean absolutely no one?"
"Absolutely no one. No one and nobody."