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Fyodor Dostoevsky: The Gambler15. CHAPTER XV (continued)"Well? Are you going to hand me over my fifty thousand francs?" "Polina, you say that AGAIN, AGAIN?" I exclaimed. "You have changed your mind, then? Ha, ha, ha! You are sorry you ever promised them?" On the table where, the previous night, I had counted the money there still was lying the packet of twenty five thousand florins. I handed it to her. "The francs are mine, then, are they? They are mine?" she inquired viciously as she balanced the money in her hands. "Yes; they have ALWAYS been yours," I said. "Then TAKE your fifty thousand francs!" and she hurled them full in my face. The packet burst as she did so, and the floor became strewed with bank-notes. The instant that the deed was done she rushed from the room. At that moment she cannot have been in her right mind; yet, what was the cause of her temporary aberration I cannot say. For a month past she had been unwell. Yet what had brought about this PRESENT condition of mind,above all things, this outburst? Had it come of wounded pride? Had it come of despair over her decision to come to me? Had it come of the fact that, presuming too much on my good fortune, I had seemed to be intending to desert her (even as De Griers had done) when once I had given her the fifty thousand francs? But, on my honour, I had never cherished any such intention. What was at fault, I think, was her own pride, which kept urging her not to trust me, but, rather, to insult me--even though she had not realised the fact. In her eyes I corresponded to De Griers, and therefore had been condemned for a fault not wholly my own. Her mood of late had been a sort of delirium, a sort of light-headedness--that I knew full well; yet, never had I sufficiently taken it into consideration. Perhaps she would not pardon me now? Ah, but this was THE PRESENT. What about the future? Her delirium and sickness were not likely to make her forget what she had done in bringing me De Griers' letter. No, she must have known what she was doing when she brought it. This is page 141 of 170. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of The Gambler at Amazon.com
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