"Don’t taunt me with dressing up, Rakitin, you don’t know all that is in my heart! If I choose to tear off my finery, I’ll tear it off at once, this minute," she cried in a resonant voice. "You don’t know what that finery is for, Rakitin! Perhaps I shall see him and say: ?Have you ever seen me look like this before?’ He left me a thin, consumptive cry–baby of seventeen. I’ll sit by him, fascinate him and work him up. ?Do you see what I am like now?’ I’ll say to him; ?well, and that’s enough for you, my dear sir, there’s many a slip twixt the cup and the lip!’ That may be what the finery is for, Rakitin." Grushenka finished with a malicious laugh. "I’m violent and resentful, Alyosha, I’ll tear off my finery, I’ll destroy my beauty, I’ll scorch my face, slash it with a knife, and turn beggar. If I choose, I won’t go anywhere now to see any one. If I choose, I’ll send Kuzma back all he has ever given me, to–morrow, and all his money and I’ll go out charing for the rest of my life. You think I wouldn’t do it, Rakitin, that I would not dare to do it? I would, I would, I could do it directly, only don’t exasperate me… and I’ll send him about his business, I’ll snap my fingers in his face, he shall never see me again!"
She uttered the last words in an hysterical scream, but broke down again, hid her face in her hands, buried it in the pillow and shook with sobs.
Rakitin got up.
"It’s time we were off," he said, "it’s late, we shall be shut out of the monastery."
Grushenka leapt up from her place.
"Surely you don’t want to go, Alyosha!" she cried, in mournful surprise. "What are you doing to me? You’ve stirred up my feeling, tortured me, and now you’ll leave me to face this night alone!"
"He can hardly spend the night with you! Though if he wants to, let him! I’ll go alone," Rakitin scoffed jeeringly.
"Hush, evil tongue!" Grushenka cried angrily at him; "you never said such words to me as he has come to say."
"What has he said to you so special?" asked Rakitin irritably.
"I can’t say, I don’t know. I don’t know what he said to me, it went straight to my heart; he has wrung my heart… He is the first, the only one who has pitied me, that’s what it is. Why did you not come before, you angel?" She fell on her knees before him as though in a sudden frenzy. "I’ve been waiting all my life for some one like you, I knew that some one like you would come and forgive me. I believed that, nasty as I am, some one would really love me, not only with a shameful love!"
"What have I done to you?" answered Alyosha, bending over her with a tender smile, and gently taking her by the hands; "I only gave you an onion, nothing but a tiny little onion, that was all!"
He was moved to tears himself as he said it. At that moment there was a sudden noise in the passage, some one came into the hall. Grushenka jumped up, seeming greatly alarmed. Fenya ran noisily into the room, crying out:
"Mistress, mistress darling, a messenger has galloped up," she cried, breathless and joyful. "A carriage from Mokroe for you, Timofey the driver, with three horses, they are just putting in fresh horses… A letter, here’s the letter, mistress."
A letter was in her hand and she waved it in the air all the while she talked. Grushenka snatched the letter from her and carried it to the candle. It was only a note, a few lines. She read it in one instant.
"He has sent for me," she cried, her face white and distorted, with a wan smile; "he whistles! Crawl back, little dog!"
But only for one instant she stood as though hesitating; suddenly the blood rushed to her head and sent a glow to her cheeks.
"I will go," she cried; "five years of my life! Good–by! Good–by, Alyosha, my fate is sealed. Go, go, leave me all of you, don’t let me see you again! Grushenka is flying to a new life… Don’t you remember evil against me either, Rakitin. I may be going to my death! Ugh! I feel as though I were drunk!"
She suddenly left them and ran into her bedroom.
"Well, she has no thoughts for us now!" grumbled Rakitin. "Let’s go, or we may hear that feminine shriek again. I am sick of all these tears and cries."
