but disgrace, disgrace, _que dira-t-elle_ if she finds out ?" He looked at me in despair.

And the poor fellow flushed all over.

I dropped my eyes too.
"She'll find out nothing, for nothing will happen to you.

I feel as if I were speaking to you for the first time in my life, Stepan Trofimovitch, you've astonished me so this morning." "But, my friend, this isn't fear.

For even if I am pardoned, even if I am brought here and nothing is done to me--then I am undone.