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"Well, what then!" Ilya Petrovitch drawled with gentlemanly

nonchalance; and he walked with some papers to another table,

with a jaunty swing of his shoulders at each step. "Here, if you

will kindly look: an author, or a student, has been one at least,

does not pay his debts, has given an I O U, won't clear out of

his room, and complaints are constantly being lodged against him,

and here he has been pleased to make a protest against my smoking

in his presence! He behaves like a cad himself, and just look at

him, please. Here's the gentleman, and very attractive he is!"