Unless you really have some reasonable object in treating me like this." "Reasonable object ?" "Of course, you're in duty bound, anyway, to let me know your object.
I've been expecting you to do so all the time, but you've shown me nothing so far but frenzied spite.

I beg you to open the gate for me." He got up from the chair.

Shatov rushed frantically after him.

"Kiss the earth, water it with your tears, pray for forgiveness," he cried, clutching him by the shoulder.
"I didn't kill you...

that morning, though...