hang it, how does it go in the ballad ?" "He is stuck," laughed Stavrogin.

"No, I'd better give you my version.
There you reckon on your fingers the forces that make up the circles.
All that business of titles and sentimentalism is a very good cement, but there is something better; persuade four members of the circle to do for a fifth on the pretence that he is a traitor, and you'll tie them all together with the blood they've shed as though it were a knot.
They'll be your slaves, they won't dare to rebel or call you to account.
Ha ha ha!" "But you...

you shall pay for those words," Pyotr Stepanovitch thought to himself, "and this very evening, in fact.

You go too far." This or something like this must have been Pyotr Stepanovitch's reflection.

They were approaching Virginsky's house.
"You've represented me, no doubt, as a member from abroad, an inspector in connection with the _Internationale ?_" Stavrogin asked suddenly.
"No, not an inspector; you won't be an inspector; but you are one of the original members from abroad, who knows the most important secrets--that's your role.