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Thiswasagentlemannolongeryoung,ofastiffandportlyappearance,andacautiousandsourcountenance.
Hebeganbystoppingshortinthedoorway,staringabouthimwithoffensiveandundisguisedastonishment,asthoughaskinghimselfwhatsortofplacehehadcometo.
Mistrustfullyandwithanaffectationofbeingalarmedandalmostaffronted,hescannedRaskolnikov’slowandnarrow“cabin.”
WiththesameamazementhestaredatRaskolnikov,wholayundressed,dishevelled,unwashed,onhismiserabledirtysofa,lookingfixedlyathim.
Thenwiththesamedeliberationhescrutinisedtheuncouth,unkemptfigureandunshavenfaceofRazumihin,wholookedhimboldlyandinquiringlyinthefacewithoutrisingfromhisseat.
Aconstrainedsilencelastedforacoupleofminutes,andthen,asmightbeexpected,somescene-shiftingtookplace.
Reflecting,probablyfromcertainfairlyunmistakablesigns,thathewouldgetnothinginthis“cabin”byattemptingtooverawethem,thegentlemansoftenedsomewhat,andcivilly,thoughwithsomeseverity,emphasisingeverysyllableofhisquestion,addressedZossimov:
“RodionRomanovitchRaskolnikov,astudent,orformerlyastudent?”
Zossimovmadeaslightmovement,andwouldhaveanswered,hadnotRazumihinanticipatedhim.
“Hereheislyingonthesofa!Whatdoyouwant?”
Thisfamiliar“whatdoyouwant”seemedtocutthegroundfromthefeetofthepompousgentleman.HewasturningtoRazumihin,butcheckedhimselfintimeandturnedtoZossimovagain.
“ThisisRaskolnikov,”mumbledZossimov,noddingtowardshim.
Thenhegaveaprolongedyawn,openinghismouthaswideaspossible.
Thenhelazilyputhishandintohiswaistcoat-pocket,pulledoutahugegoldwatchinaroundhunter’scase,openedit,lookedatitandasslowlyandlazilyproceededtoputitback.
Raskolnikovhimselflaywithoutspeaking,onhisback,gazingpersistently,thoughwithoutunderstanding,atthestranger.
Nowthathisfacewasturnedawayfromthestrangefloweronthepaper,itwasextremelypaleandworealookofanguish,asthoughhehadjustundergoneanagonisingoperationorjustbeentakenfromtherack.
Butthenew-comergraduallybegantoarousehisattention,thenhiswonder,thensuspicionandevenalarm.
WhenZossimovsaid“ThisisRaskolnikov”hejumpedupquickly,satonthesofaandwithanalmostdefiant,butweakandbreaking,voicearticulated:
“Yes,IamRaskolnikov!Whatdoyouwant?”
Thevisitorscrutinisedhimandpronouncedimpressively:
“PyotrPetrovitchLuzhin.IbelieveIhavereasontohopethatmynameisnotwhollyunknowntoyou?”
ButRaskolnikov,whohadexpectedsomethingquitedifferent,gazedblanklyanddreamilyathim,makingnoreply,asthoughheheardthenameofPyotrPetrovitchforthefirsttime.
“Isitpossiblethatyoucanuptothepresenthavereceivednoinformation?”askedPyotrPetrovitch,somewhatdisconcerted.
InreplyRaskolnikovsanklanguidlybackonthepillow,puthishandsbehindhisheadandgazedattheceiling.
AlookofdismaycameintoLuzhin’sface.
ZossimovandRazumihinstaredathimmoreinquisitivelythanever,andatlastheshowedunmistakablesignsofembarrassment.
“Ihadpresumedandcalculated,”hefaltered,“thataletterpostedmorethantendays,ifnotafortnightago…”
“Isay,whyareyoustandinginthedoorway?”Razumihininterruptedsuddenly.“Ifyou’vesomethingtosay,sitdown.Nastasyaandyouaresocrowded.Nastasya,makeroom.Here’sachair,threadyourwayin!”
Hemovedhischairbackfromthetable,madealittlespacebetweenthetableandhisknees,andwaitedinarathercrampedpositionforthevisitorto“threadhiswayin.”
Theminutewassochosenthatitwasimpossibletorefuse,andthevisitorsqueezedhiswaythrough,hurryingandstumbling.
Reachingthechair,hesatdown,lookingsuspiciouslyatRazumihin.
“Noneedtobenervous,”thelatterblurtedout.
“Rodyahasbeenillforthelastfivedaysanddeliriousforthree,butnowheisrecoveringandhasgotanappetite.
Thisishisdoctor,whohasjusthadalookathim.
IamacomradeofRodya’s,likehim,formerlyastudent,andnowIamnursinghim;sodon’tyoutakeanynoticeofus,butgoonwithyourbusiness.”
“Thankyou.ButshallInotdisturbtheinvalidbymypresenceandconversation?”PyotrPetrovitchaskedofZossimov.
“N-no,”mumbledZossimov;“youmayamusehim.”Heyawnedagain.
“Hehasbeenconsciousalongtime,sincethemorning,”wentonRazumihin,whosefamiliarityseemedsomuchlikeunaffectedgood-naturethatPyotrPetrovitchbegantobemorecheerful,partly,perhaps,becausethisshabbyandimpudentpersonhadintroducedhimselfasastudent.
“Yourmamma,”beganLuzhin.
“Hm!”Razumihinclearedhisthroatloudly.Luzhinlookedathiminquiringly.
“That’sallright,goon.”
Luzhinshruggedhisshoulders.
“YourmammahadcommencedalettertoyouwhileIwassojourninginherneighbourhood.
OnmyarrivalhereIpurposelyallowedafewdaystoelapsebeforecomingtoseeyou,inorderthatImightbefullyassuredthatyouwereinfullpossessionofthetidings;butnow,tomyastonishment…”
“Iknow,Iknow!”Raskolnikovcriedsuddenlywithimpatientvexation.“Soyouarethefiancé?Iknow,andthat’senough!”
TherewasnodoubtaboutPyotrPetrovitch’sbeingoffendedthistime,buthesaidnothing.Hemadeaviolentefforttounderstandwhatitallmeant.Therewasamoment’ssilence.
MeanwhileRaskolnikov,whohadturnedalittletowardshimwhenheanswered,begansuddenlystaringathimagainwithmarkedcuriosity,asthoughhehadnothadagoodlookathimyet,orasthoughsomethingnewhadstruckhim;herosefromhispillowonpurposetostareathim.
TherecertainlywassomethingpeculiarinPyotrPetrovitch’swholeappearance,somethingwhichseemedtojustifythetitleof“fiancé”sounceremoniouslyappliedtohim.
Inthefirstplace,itwasevident,fartoomuchsoindeed,thatPyotrPetrovitchhadmadeeageruseofhisfewdaysinthecapitaltogethimselfupandrighimselfoutinexpectationofhisbetrothed—aperfectlyinnocentandpermissibleproceeding,indeed.
Evenhisown,perhapstoocomplacent,consciousnessoftheagreeableimprovementinhisappearancemighthavebeenforgiveninsuchcircumstances,seeingthatPyotrPetrovitchhadtakenuptheroleoffiancé.
Allhisclotheswerefreshfromthetailor’sandwereallright,exceptforbeingtoonewandtoodistinctlyappropriate.
Eventhestylishnewroundhathadthesamesignificance.
PyotrPetrovitchtreatedittoorespectfullyandheldittoocarefullyinhishands.
Theexquisitepairoflavendergloves,realLouvain,toldthesametale,ifonlyfromthefactofhisnotwearingthem,butcarryingtheminhishandforshow.
LightandyouthfulcolourspredominatedinPyotrPetrovitch’sattire.
Heworeacharmingsummerjacketofafawnshade,lightthintrousers,awaistcoatofthesame,newandfinelinen,acravatofthelightestcambricwithpinkstripesonit,andthebestofitwas,thisallsuitedPyotrPetrovitch.
Hisveryfreshandevenhandsomefacelookedyoungerthanhisforty-fiveyearsatalltimes.
Hisdark,mutton-chopwhiskersmadeanagreeablesettingonbothsides,growingthicklyuponhisshining,clean-shavenchin.
Evenhishair,touchedhereandtherewithgrey,thoughithadbeencombedandcurledatahairdresser’s,didnotgivehimastupidappearance,ascurledhairusuallydoes,byinevitablysuggestingaGermanonhiswedding-day.
Iftherereallywassomethingunpleasingandrepulsiveinhisrathergood-lookingandimposingcountenance,itwasduetoquiteothercauses.
AfterscanningMr.Luzhinunceremoniously,Raskolnikovsmiledmalignantly,sankbackonthepillowandstaredattheceilingasbefore.
ButMr.Luzhinhardenedhisheartandseemedtodeterminetotakenonoticeoftheiroddities.
“Ifeelthegreatestregretatfindingyouinthissituation,”hebegan,againbreakingthesilencewithaneffort.
“IfIhadbeenawareofyourillnessIshouldhavecomeearlier.Butyouknowwhatbusinessis.
Ihave,too,averyimportantlegalaffairintheSenate,nottomentionotherpreoccupationswhichyoumaywellconjecture.
Iamexpectingyourmammaandsisteranyminute.”
Raskolnikovmadeamovementandseemedabouttospeak;hisfaceshowedsomeexcitement.PyotrPetrovitchpaused,waited,butasnothingfollowed,hewenton:
”...Anyminute.Ihavefoundalodgingforthemontheirarrival.”
“Where?”askedRaskolnikovweakly.
“Verynearhere,inBakaleyev’shouse.”
“That’sinVoskresensky,”putinRazumihin.“Therearetwostoreysofrooms,letbyamerchantcalledYushin;I’vebeenthere.”
“Yes,rooms…”
“Adisgustingplace—filthy,stinkingand,what’smore,ofdoubtfulcharacter.
Thingshavehappenedthere,andthereareallsortsofqueerpeoplelivingthere.
AndIwentthereaboutascandalousbusiness.It’scheap,though…”
“Icouldnot,ofcourse,findoutsomuchaboutit,forIamastrangerinPetersburgmyself,”PyotrPetrovitchrepliedhuffily.
“However,thetworoomsareexceedinglyclean,andasitisforsoshortatime…Ihavealreadytakenapermanent,thatis,ourfutureflat,”hesaid,addressingRaskolnikov,“andIamhavingitdoneup.
AndmeanwhileIammyselfcrampedforroominalodgingwithmyfriendAndreySemyonovitchLebeziatnikov,intheflatofMadameLippevechsel;itwashewhotoldmeofBakaleyev’shouse,too…”
“Lebeziatnikov?”saidRaskolnikovslowly,asifrecallingsomething.
“Yes,AndreySemyonovitchLebeziatnikov,aclerkintheMinistry.Doyouknowhim?”
“Yes…no,”Raskolnikovanswered.
“Excuseme,Ifanciedsofromyourinquiry.Iwasoncehisguardian….Averyniceyoungmanandadvanced.
Iliketomeetyoungpeople:onelearnsnewthingsfromthem.”
Luzhinlookedroundhopefullyatthemall.
“Howdoyoumean?”askedRazumihin.
“Inthemostseriousandessentialmatters,”PyotrPetrovitchreplied,asthoughdelightedatthequestion.
“Yousee,it’stenyearssinceIvisitedPetersburg.
Allthenovelties,reforms,ideashavereachedusintheprovinces,buttoseeitallmoreclearlyonemustbeinPetersburg.
Andit’smynotionthatyouobserveandlearnmostbywatchingtheyoungergeneration.AndIconfessIamdelighted…”
“Atwhat?”
“Yourquestionisawideone.Imaybemistaken,butIfancyIfindclearerviews,more,sotosay,criticism,morepracticality…”
“That’strue,”Zossimovletdrop.
“Nonsense!There’snopracticality.”Razumihinflewathim.
“Practicalityisadifficultthingtofind;itdoesnotdropdownfromheaven.
Andforthelasttwohundredyearswehavebeendivorcedfromallpracticallife.
Ideas,ifyoulike,arefermenting,”hesaidtoPyotrPetrovitch,“anddesireforgoodexists,thoughit’sinachildishform,andhonestyyoumayfind,althoughtherearecrowdsofbrigands.Anyway,there’snopracticality.Practicalitygoeswellshod.”
“Idon’tagreewithyou,”PyotrPetrovitchreplied,withevidentenjoyment.
“Ofcourse,peopledogetcarriedawayandmakemistakes,butonemusthaveindulgence;thosemistakesaremerelyevidenceofenthusiasmforthecauseandofabnormalexternalenvironment.
Iflittlehasbeendone,thetimehasbeenbutshort;ofmeansIwillnotspeak.
It’smypersonalview,ifyoucaretoknow,thatsomethinghasbeenaccomplishedalready.
Newvaluableideas,newvaluableworksarecirculatingintheplaceofourolddreamyandromanticauthors.
Literatureistakingamaturerform,manyinjuriousprejudicehavebeenrootedupandturnedintoridicule….
Inaword,wehavecutourselvesoffirrevocablyfromthepast,andthat,tomythinking,isagreatthing…”
“He’slearntitbyhearttoshowoff!”Raskolnikovpronouncedsuddenly.
“What?”askedPyotrPetrovitch,notcatchinghiswords;buthereceivednoreply.
“That’salltrue,”Zossimovhastenedtointerpose.
“Isn’titso?”PyotrPetrovitchwenton,glancingaffablyatZossimov.
“Youmustadmit,”hewenton,addressingRazumihinwithashadeoftriumphandsuperciliousness—healmostadded“youngman”—”thatthereisanadvance,or,astheysaynow,progressinthenameofscienceandeconomictruth…”
“Acommonplace.”
“No,notacommonplace!Hitherto,forinstance,ifIweretold,‘lovethyneighbour,’whatcameofit?”
PyotrPetrovitchwenton,perhapswithexcessivehaste.
“Itcametomytearingmycoatinhalftosharewithmyneighbourandwebothwerelefthalfnaked.
AsaRussianproverbhasit,‘Catchseveralharesandyouwon’tcatchone.’
Sciencenowtellsus,loveyourselfbeforeallmen,foreverythingintheworldrestsonself-interest.
Youloveyourselfandmanageyourownaffairsproperlyandyourcoatremainswhole.
Economictruthaddsthatthebetterprivateaffairsareorganisedinsociety—themorewholecoats,sotosay—thefirmerareitsfoundationsandthebetteristhecommonwelfareorganisedtoo.
Therefore,inacquiringwealthsolelyandexclusivelyformyself,Iamacquiring,sotospeak,forall,andhelpingtobringtopassmyneighbour’sgettingalittlemorethanatorncoat;andthatnotfromprivate,personalliberality,butasaconsequenceofthegeneraladvance.
Theideaissimple,butunhappilyithasbeenalongtimereachingus,beinghinderedbyidealismandsentimentality.
Andyetitwouldseemtowantverylittlewittoperceiveit…”
“Excuseme,I’veverylittlewitmyself,”Razumihincutinsharply,“andsoletusdropit.
Ibeganthisdiscussionwithanobject,butI’vegrownsosickduringthelastthreeyearsofthischatteringtoamuseoneself,ofthisincessantflowofcommonplaces,alwaysthesame,that,byJove,Iblushevenwhenotherpeopletalklikethat.
Youareinahurry,nodoubt,toexhibityouracquirements;andIdon’tblameyou,that’squitepardonable.
Ionlywantedtofindoutwhatsortofmanyouare,forsomanyunscrupulouspeoplehavegotholdoftheprogressivecauseoflateandhavesodistortedintheirowninterestseverythingtheytouched,thatthewholecausehasbeendraggedinthemire.That’senough!”
“Excuseme,sir,”saidLuzhin,affronted,andspeakingwithexcessivedignity.“DoyoumeantosuggestsounceremoniouslythatItoo…”
“Oh,mydearsir…howcouldI?...Come,that’senough,”Razumihinconcluded,andheturnedabruptlytoZossimovtocontinuetheirpreviousconversation.
PyotrPetrovitchhadthegoodsensetoacceptthedisavowal.Hemadeuphismindtotakeleaveinanotherminuteortwo.
“Itrustouracquaintance,”hesaid,addressingRaskolnikov,“may,uponyourrecoveryandinviewofthecircumstancesofwhichyouareaware,becomecloser…Aboveall,Ihopeforyourreturntohealth…”
Raskolnikovdidnoteventurnhishead.PyotrPetrovitchbegangettingupfromhischair.
“Oneofhercustomersmusthavekilledher,”Zossimovdeclaredpositively.
“Notadoubtofit,”repliedRazumihin.“Porfirydoesn’tgivehisopinion,butisexaminingallwhohaveleftpledgeswithherthere.”
“Examiningthem?”Raskolnikovaskedaloud.
“Yes.Whatthen?”
“Nothing.”
“Howdoeshegetholdofthem?”askedZossimov.
“Kochhasgiventhenamesofsomeofthem,othernamesareonthewrappersofthepledgesandsomehavecomeforwardofthemselves.”
“Itmusthavebeenacunningandpractisedruffian!Theboldnessofit!Thecoolness!”
“That’sjustwhatitwasn’t!”interposedRazumihin.
“That’swhatthrowsyoualloffthescent.
ButImaintainthatheisnotcunning,notpractised,andprobablythiswashisfirstcrime!
Thesuppositionthatitwasacalculatedcrimeandacunningcriminaldoesn’twork.
Supposehimtohavebeeninexperienced,andit’sclearthatitwasonlyachancethatsavedhim—andchancemaydoanything.
Why,hedidnotforeseeobstacles,perhaps!Andhowdidhesettowork?
Hetookjewelsworthtenortwentyroubles,stuffinghispocketswiththem,ransackedtheoldwoman’strunks,herrags—andtheyfoundfifteenhundredroubles,besidesnotes,inaboxinthetopdrawerofthechest!
Hedidnotknowhowtorob;hecouldonlymurder.
Itwashisfirstcrime,Iassureyou,hisfirstcrime;helosthishead.
Andhegotoffmorebyluckthangoodcounsel!”
“Youaretalkingofthemurderoftheoldpawnbroker,Ibelieve?”
PyotrPetrovitchputin,addressingZossimov.
Hewasstanding,hatandglovesinhand,butbeforedepartinghefeltdisposedtothrowoffafewmoreintellectualphrases.
Hewasevidentlyanxioustomakeafavourableimpressionandhisvanityovercamehisprudence.
“Yes.You’veheardofit?”
“Oh,yes,beingintheneighbourhood.”
“Doyouknowthedetails?”
“Ican’tsaythat;butanothercircumstanceinterestsmeinthecase—thewholequestion,sotosay.
Nottospeakofthefactthatcrimehasbeengreatlyontheincreaseamongthelowerclassesduringthelastfiveyears,nottospeakofthecasesofrobberyandarsoneverywhere,whatstrikesmeasthestrangestthingisthatinthehigherclasses,too,crimeisincreasingproportionately.
Inoneplaceonehearsofastudent’srobbingthemailonthehighroad;inanotherplacepeopleofgoodsocialpositionforgefalsebanknotes;inMoscowoflateawholeganghasbeencapturedwhousedtoforgelotterytickets,andoneoftheringleaderswasalecturerinuniversalhistory;thenoursecretaryabroadwasmurderedfromsomeobscuremotiveofgain….
Andifthisoldwoman,thepawnbroker,hasbeenmurderedbysomeoneofahigherclassinsociety—forpeasantsdon’tpawngoldtrinkets—howarewetoexplainthisdemoralisationofthecivilisedpartofoursociety?”
“Therearemanyeconomicchanges,”putinZossimov.
“Howarewetoexplainit?”Razumihincaughthimup.“Itmightbeexplainedbyourinveterateimpracticality.”
“Howdoyoumean?”
“WhatanswerhadyourlecturerinMoscowtomaketothequestionwhyhewasforgingnotes?
‘Everybodyisgettingrichonewayoranother,soIwanttomakehastetogetrichtoo.’
Idon’tremembertheexactwords,buttheupshotwasthathewantsmoneyfornothing,withoutwaitingorworking!
We’vegrownusedtohavingeverythingready-made,towalkingoncrutches,tohavingourfoodchewedforus.
Thenthegreathourstruck,[*]andeverymanshowedhimselfinhistruecolours.”
[*]Theemancipationoftheserfsin1861ismeant.--TRANSLATOR'SNOTE.
“Butmorality?Andsotospeak,principles…”
“Butwhydoyouworryaboutit?”Raskolnikovinterposedsuddenly.“It’sinaccordancewithyourtheory!”
“Inaccordancewithmytheory?”
“Why,carryoutlogicallythetheoryyouwereadvocatingjustnow,anditfollowsthatpeoplemaybekilled…”
“Uponmyword!”criedLuzhin.
“No,that’snotso,”putinZossimov.
Raskolnikovlaywithawhitefaceandtwitchingupperlip,breathingpainfully.
“There’sameasureinallthings,”Luzhinwentonsuperciliously.“Economicideasarenotanincitementtomurder,andonehasbuttosuppose…”
“Andisittrue,”Raskolnikovinterposedoncemoresuddenly,againinavoicequiveringwithfuryanddelightininsultinghim,“isittruethatyoutoldyourfiancé...withinanhourofheracceptance,thatwhatpleasedyoumost…wasthatshewasabeggar…becauseitwasbettertoraiseawifefrompoverty,sothatyoumayhavecompletecontroloverher,andreproachherwithyourbeingherbenefactor?”
“Uponmyword,”Luzhincriedwrathfullyandirritably,crimsonwithconfusion,“todistortmywordsinthisway!
Excuseme,allowmetoassureyouthatthereportwhichhasreachedyou,orrather,letmesay,hasbeenconveyedtoyou,hasnofoundationintruth,andI…suspectwho…inaword…thisarrow…inaword,yourmamma…Sheseemedtomeinotherthings,withallherexcellentqualities,ofasomewhathigh-flownandromanticwayofthinking….
ButIwasathousandmilesfromsupposingthatshewouldmisunderstandandmisrepresentthingsinsofancifulaway….Andindeed…indeed…”
“Itellyouwhat,”criedRaskolnikov,raisinghimselfonhispillowandfixinghispiercing,glitteringeyesuponhim,“Itellyouwhat.”
“What?”Luzhinstoodstill,waitingwithadefiantandoffendedface.Silencelastedforsomeseconds.
“Why,ifeveragain…youdaretomentionasingleword…aboutmymother…Ishallsendyouflyingdownstairs!”
“What’sthematterwithyou?”criedRazumihin.
“Sothat’showitis?”Luzhinturnedpaleandbithislip.
“Letmetellyou,sir,”hebegandeliberately,doinghisutmosttorestrainhimselfbutbreathinghard,“atthefirstmomentIsawyouyouwereill-disposedtome,butIremainedhereonpurposetofindoutmore.
Icouldforgiveagreatdealinasickmanandaconnection,butyou…neverafterthis…”
“Iamnotill,”criedRaskolnikov.
“Somuchtheworse…”
“Gotohell!”
ButLuzhinwasalreadyleavingwithoutfinishinghisspeech,squeezingbetweenthetableandthechair;Razumihingotupthistimetolethimpass.
Withoutglancingatanyone,andnotevennoddingtoZossimov,whohadforsometimebeenmakingsignstohimtoletthesickmanalone,hewentout,liftinghishattothelevelofhisshoulderstoavoidcrushingitashestoopedtogooutofthedoor.
Andeventhecurveofhisspinewasexpressiveofthehorribleinsulthehadreceived.
“Howcouldyou—howcouldyou!”Razumihinsaid,shakinghisheadinperplexity.
“Letmealone—letmealoneallofyou!”Raskolnikovcriedinafrenzy.“Willyoueverleaveofftormentingme?Iamnotafraidofyou!Iamnotafraidofanyone,anyonenow!Getawayfromme!Iwanttobealone,alone,alone!”
“Comealong,”saidZossimov,noddingtoRazumihin.
“Butwecan’tleavehimlikethis!”
“Comealong,”Zossimovrepeatedinsistently,andhewentout.Razumihinthoughtaminuteandrantoovertakehim.
“Itmightbeworsenottoobeyhim,”saidZossimovonthestairs.“Hemustn’tbeirritated.”
“What’sthematterwithhim?”
“Ifonlyhecouldgetsomefavourableshock,that’swhatwoulddoit!Atfirsthewasbetter….
Youknowhehasgotsomethingonhismind!Somefixedideaweighingonhim….
Iamverymuchafraidso;hemusthave!”
“Perhapsit’sthatgentleman,PyotrPetrovitch.FromhisconversationIgatherheisgoingtomarryhissister,andthathehadreceivedaletteraboutitjustbeforehisillness….”
“Yes,confoundtheman!hemayhaveupsetthecasealtogether.
Buthaveyounoticed,hetakesnointerestinanything,hedoesnotrespondtoanythingexceptonepointonwhichheseemsexcited—that’sthemurder?”
“Yes,yes,”Razumihinagreed,“Inoticedthat,too.Heisinterested,frightened.Itgavehimashockonthedayhewasillinthepoliceoffice;hefainted.”
“TellmemoreaboutthatthiseveningandI’lltellyousomethingafterwards.Heinterestsmeverymuch!InhalfanhourI’llgoandseehimagain….There’llbenoinflammationthough.”
“Thanks!AndI’llwaitwithPashenkameantimeandwillkeepwatchonhimthroughNastasya….”
Raskolnikov,leftalone,lookedwithimpatienceandmiseryatNastasya,butshestilllingered.
“Won’tyouhavesometeanow?”sheasked.
“Later!Iamsleepy!Leaveme.”
Heturnedabruptlytothewall;Nastasyawentout.
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