He was, in fact, to the best of my recollection, particularly spiteful all this time, and ventured upon extremely impatient sallies with almost every one.

Strange to say, every one, somehow, forgave him.

It was generally accepted that he was not to be looked at from the ordinary standpoint.

I may remark that he took up an extremely resentful attitude about Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch's duel.
It took him unawares.

He turned positively green when he was told of it.
Perhaps his vanity was wounded: he only heard of it next day when every one knew of it.
"You had no right to fight, you know," he whispered to Stavrogin, five days later, when he chanced to meet him at the club.