Everything will go
up in smoke!" Foma was calm, he spoke with confidence; it seemed
to him that since he had thus decided, his godfather could not
hinder him. But Mayakin straightened himself in his chair and
said, also plainly and calmly:
"And do you know how I can deal with you?"
"As you like!" said Foma, with a wave of the hand. "Well then.
Now I like the following: I'll return to town and will see to it
that you are declared insane, and put into a lunatic asylum."
"Can this be done?" asked Foma, distrustfully, but with a tone of
fright in his voice.
"We can do everything, my dear."
Foma lowered his head, and casting a furtive glance at his
godfather's face, shuddered, thinking:
"He'll do it; he won't spare me."
"If you play the fool seriously I must also deal with you
seriously. I promised your father to make a man of you, and I
will do it; if you cannot stand on your feet, I'll put you in
irons. Then you will stand. Though I know all these holy words of
yours are but ugly caprices that come from excessive drinking.
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