ā€œWell?ā€

ā€œIf you know already,ā€ said Pyotr Stepanovitch hurriedly, his eyes looking as though they would dive into Stavrogin’s soul, ā€œthen, of course, we are none of us to blame, above all not you, for it’s such a concatenationā ā€Šā ā€¦ such a coincidence of eventsā ā€Šā ā€¦ in brief, you can’t be legally implicated and I’ve rushed here to tell you so beforehand.ā€

ā€œHave they been burnt? murdered?ā€

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