digestion.

Let my curse thunder out upon them, and then--then..." "The madhouse ?" "Perhaps.

But in any case, whether I shall be left vanquished or victorious, that very evening I shall take my bag, my beggar's bag.
I shall leave all my goods and chattels, all your presents, all your pensions and promises of future benefits, and go forth on foot to end my life a tutor in a merchant's family or to die somewhere of hunger in a ditch.

I have said it.

_Alea jacta est._" He got up again.
"I've been convinced for years," said Varvara Petrovna, getting up with flashing eyes, "that your only object in life is to put me and my house to shame by your calumnies! What do you mean by being a tutor in a merchant's family or dying in a ditch?
It's spite, calumny, and nothing more." "You have always despised me.