AndsoMityasatlookingwildlyatthepeopleroundhim, , flunguphishands, andshoutedaloud:

"I'mnotguilty! I'mnotguiltyofthatblood! I'mnotguiltyofmyfather'sblood....'."

Buthehadhardlysaidthis, beforeGrushenkarushedfrombehindthecurtainandflungherselfatthepolicecaptain'sfeet.

"Itwasmyfault! Mine! Mywickedness!" shecried, inaheartrendingvoice, bathedintears, stretchingoutherclaspedhandstowardsthem."'sdead, too, inmywickedness, andbroughthimtothis! It'smyfault, minefirst, minemost, myfault!"

"Yes, it'syourfault! You'rethechiefcriminal! Youfury! Youharlot! You'rethemosttoblame!" shoutedthepolicecaptain, .

"Thisisabsolutelyirregular, MihailMakarovitch!" hecried."Youarepositivelyhinderingtheinquiry....You'reruiningthecase...." healmostgasped.

"Followtheregularcourse! Followtheregularcourse!" criedNikolayParfenovitch, fearfullyexcitedtoo, "otherwiseit'sabsolutelyimpossible!..."

"Judgeustogether!" Grushenkacriedfrantically, stillkneeling.", ifit'stodeath!"

"Grusha, mylife, myblood, myholyone!" Mityafellonhiskneesbesideherandheldhertightinhisarms."Don'tbelieveher," hecried, "she'snotguiltyofanything, ofanyblood, ofanything!"

Herememberedafterwardsthathewasforciblydraggedawayfromherbyseveralmen, andthatshewasledout, , .