Atthatmomentthedoorwassoftlyopened,andayounggirlwalkedintotheroom,lookingtimidlyabouther. Everyoneturnedtowardsherwithsurpriseandcuriosity. Atfirstsight,Raskolnikovdidnotrecogniseher.ItwasSofyaSemyonovnaMarmeladov. Hehadseenheryesterdayforthefirsttime,butatsuchamoment,insuchsurroundingsandinsuchadress,thathismemoryretainedaverydifferentimageofher. Nowshewasamodestlyandpoorly-dressedyounggirl,veryyoung,indeed,almostlikeachild,withamodestandrefinedmanner,withacandidbutsomewhatfrightened-lookingface. Shewaswearingaveryplainindoordress,andhadonashabbyold-fashionedhat,butshestillcarriedaparasol. Unexpectedlyfindingtheroomfullofpeople,shewasnotsomuchembarrassedascompletelyoverwhelmedwithshyness,likealittlechild.Shewasevenabouttoretreat.“Oh…it’syou!” saidRaskolnikov,extremelyastonished,andhe,too,wasconfused. HeatoncerecollectedthathismotherandsisterknewthroughLuzhin’sletterof“someyoungwomanofnotoriousbehaviour.” HehadonlyjustbeenprotestingagainstLuzhin’scalumnyanddeclaringthathehadseenthegirllastnightforthefirsttime,andsuddenlyshehadwalkedin. Heremembered,too,thathehadnotprotestedagainsttheexpression“ofnotoriousbehaviour.” Allthispassedvaguelyandfleetinglythroughhisbrain,butlookingathermoreintently,hesawthatthehumiliatedcreaturewassohumiliatedthathefeltsuddenlysorryforher. Whenshemadeamovementtoretreatinterror,itsentapangtohisheart. “Ididnotexpectyou,”hesaid,hurriedly,withalookthatmadeherstop.“Pleasesitdown.Youcome,nodoubt,fromKaterinaIvanovna.Allowme—notthere.Sithere….” AtSonia’sentrance,Razumihin,whohadbeensittingononeofRaskolnikov’sthreechairs,closetothedoor,gotuptoallowhertoenter. RaskolnikovhadatfirstshownhertheplaceonthesofawhereZossimovhadbeensitting,butfeelingthatthesofawhichservedhimasabed,wastoofamiliaraplace,hehurriedlymotionedhertoRazumihin’schair. “Yousithere,”hesaidtoRazumihin,puttinghimonthesofa. Soniasatdown,almostshakingwithterror,andlookedtimidlyatthetwoladies. Itwasevidentlyalmostinconceivabletoherselfthatshecouldsitdownbesidethem. Atthethoughtofit,shewassofrightenedthatshehurriedlygotupagain,andinutterconfusionaddressedRaskolnikov. “I…I…havecomeforoneminute.Forgivemefordisturbingyou,”shebeganfalteringly. “IcomefromKaterinaIvanovna,andshehadnoonetosend. KaterinaIvanovnatoldmetobegyou…tobeattheservice…inthemorning…atMitrofanievsky…andthen…tous…toher…todoherthehonour…shetoldmetobegyou…”Soniastammeredandceasedspeaking. “Iwilltry,certainly,mostcertainly,”answeredRaskolnikov. He,too,stoodup,andhe,too,falteredandcouldnotfinishhissentence.“Pleasesitdown,”hesaid,suddenly.“Iwanttotalktoyou. Youareperhapsinahurry,butplease,besokind,sparemetwominutes,”andhedrewupachairforher. Soniasatdownagain,andagaintimidlyshetookahurried,frightenedlookatthetwoladies,anddroppedhereyes.Raskolnikov’spalefaceflushed,ashudderpassedoverhim,hiseyesglowed. “Mother,”hesaid,firmlyandinsistently,“thisisSofyaSemyonovnaMarmeladov,thedaughterofthatunfortunateMr.Marmeladov,whowasrunoveryesterdaybeforemyeyes,andofwhomIwasjusttellingyou.” PulcheriaAlexandrovnaglancedatSonia,andslightlyscreweduphereyes. InspiteofherembarrassmentbeforeRodya’surgentandchallenginglook,shecouldnotdenyherselfthatsatisfaction. Douniagazedgravelyandintentlyintothepoorgirl’sface,andscrutinisedherwithperplexity. Sonia,hearingherselfintroduced,triedtoraisehereyesagain,butwasmoreembarrassedthanever. “Iwantedtoaskyou,”saidRaskolnikov,hastily,“howthingswerearrangedyesterday.Youwerenotworriedbythepolice,forinstance?” “No,thatwasallright…itwastooevident,thecauseofdeath…theydidnotworryus…onlythelodgersareangry.” “Atthebody’sremainingsolong.Youseeitishotnow. Sothat,to-day,theywillcarryittothecemetery,intothechapel,untilto-morrow. AtfirstKaterinaIvanovnawasunwilling,butnowsheseesherselfthatit’snecessary…” “Shebegsyoutodousthehonourtobeinthechurchto-morrowfortheservice,andthentobepresentatthefunerallunch.” “Sheisgivingafunerallunch?” “Yes…justalittle….Shetoldmetothankyouverymuchforhelpingusyesterday.Butforyou,weshouldhavehadnothingforthefuneral.” Allatonceherlipsandchinbegantrembling,but,withaneffort,shecontrolledherself,lookingdownagain. Duringtheconversation,Raskolnikovwatchedhercarefully. Shehadathin,verythin,palelittleface,ratherirregularandangular,withasharplittlenoseandchin. Shecouldnothavebeencalledpretty,butherblueeyesweresoclear,andwhentheylightedup,therewassuchakindlinessandsimplicityinherexpressionthatonecouldnothelpbeingattracted. Herface,andherwholefigureindeed,hadanotherpeculiarcharacteristic. Inspiteofhereighteenyears,shelookedalmostalittlegirl—almostachild. Andinsomeofhergestures,thischildishnessseemedalmostabsurd. “ButhasKaterinaIvanovnabeenabletomanagewithsuchsmallmeans?Doessheevenmeantohaveafunerallunch?”Raskolnikovasked,persistentlykeepinguptheconversation. “Thecoffinwillbeplain,ofcourse…andeverythingwillbeplain,soitwon’tcostmuch. KaterinaIvanovnaandIhavereckoneditallout,sothattherewillbeenoughleft…andKaterinaIvanovnawasveryanxiousitshouldbeso. Youknowonecan’t…it’sacomforttoher…sheislikethat,youknow….” “Iunderstand,Iunderstand…ofcourse…whydoyoulookatmyroomlikethat?Mymotherhasjustsaiditislikeatomb.” “Yougaveuseverythingyesterday,”Soniasaidsuddenly,inreply,inaloudrapidwhisper;andagainshelookeddowninconfusion. Herlipsandchinweretremblingoncemore. ShehadbeenstruckatoncebyRaskolnikov’spoorsurroundings,andnowthesewordsbrokeoutspontaneously.Asilencefollowed. TherewasalightinDounia’seyes,andevenPulcheriaAlexandrovnalookedkindlyatSonia. “Rodya,”shesaid,gettingup,“weshallhavedinnertogether,ofcourse.Come,Dounia…. Andyou,Rodya,hadbettergoforalittlewalk,andthenrestandliedownbeforeyoucometoseeus….Iamafraidwehaveexhaustedyou….” “Yes,yes,I’llcome,”heanswered,gettingupfussily.“ButIhavesomethingtoseeto.” “Butsurelyyouwillhavedinnertogether?”criedRazumihin,lookinginsurpriseatRaskolnikov.“Whatdoyoumean?” “Yes,yes,Iamcoming…ofcourse,ofcourse!Andyoustayaminute.Youdonotwanthimjustnow,doyou,mother?OrperhapsIamtakinghimfromyou?” “Oh,no,no.Andwillyou,DmitriProkofitch,dousthefavourofdiningwithus?” Razumihinbowed,positivelyradiant.Foronemoment,theywereallstrangelyembarrassed. “Good-bye,Rodya,thatistillwemeet.Idonotlikesayinggood-bye.Good-bye,Nastasya.Ah,Ihavesaidgood-byeagain.” PulcheriaAlexandrovnameanttogreetSonia,too;butitsomehowfailedtocomeoff,andshewentinaflutteroutoftheroom. ButAvdotyaRomanovnaseemedtoawaitherturn,andfollowinghermotherout,gaveSoniaanattentive,courteousbow. Sonia,inconfusion,gaveahurried,frightenedcurtsy. Therewasalookofpoignantdiscomfortinherface,asthoughAvdotyaRomanovna’scourtesyandattentionwereoppressiveandpainfultoher. “Dounia,good-bye,”calledRaskolnikov,inthepassage.“Givemeyourhand.” “Why,Ididgiveittoyou.Haveyouforgotten?”saidDounia,turningwarmlyandawkwardlytohim. “Nevermind,giveittomeagain.”Andhesqueezedherfingerswarmly. Douniasmiled,flushed,pulledherhandaway,andwentoffquitehappy. “Come,that’scapital,”hesaidtoSonia,goingbackandlookingbrightlyather.“Godgivepeacetothedead,thelivinghavestilltolive.Thatisright,isn’tit?” Sonialookedsurprisedatthesuddenbrightnessofhisface.Helookedatherforsomemomentsinsilence.Thewholehistoryofthedeadfatherfloatedbeforehismemoryinthosemoments…. “Heavens,Dounia,”PulcheriaAlexandrovnabegan,assoonastheywereinthestreet,“Ireallyfeelrelievedmyselfatcomingaway—moreatease. HowlittledidIthinkyesterdayinthetrainthatIcouldeverbegladofthat.” “Itellyouagain,mother,heisstillveryill.Don’tyouseeit?Perhapsworryingaboutusupsethim.Wemustbepatient,andmuch,muchcanbeforgiven.” “Well,youwerenotverypatient!”PulcheriaAlexandrovnacaughtherup,hotlyandjealously. “Doyouknow,Dounia,Iwaslookingatyoutwo. Youaretheveryportraitofhim,andnotsomuchinfaceasinsoul. Youarebothmelancholy,bothmoroseandhot-tempered,bothhaughtyandbothgenerous….Surelyhecan’tbeanegoist,Dounia.Eh? WhenIthinkofwhatisinstoreforusthisevening,myheartsinks!” “Don’tbeuneasy,mother.Whatmustbe,willbe.” “Dounia,onlythinkwhatapositionwearein!WhatifPyotrPetrovitchbreaksitoff?”poorPulcheriaAlexandrovnablurtedout,incautiously. “Hewon’tbeworthmuchifhedoes,”answeredDounia,sharplyandcontemptuously. “Wedidwelltocomeaway,”PulcheriaAlexandrovnahurriedlybrokein. “Hewasinahurryaboutsomebusinessorother. Ifhegetsoutandhasabreathofair…itisfearfullycloseinhisroom…. Butwhereisonetogetabreathofairhere? Theverystreetsherefeellikeshut-uprooms.Goodheavens!whatatown! ...stay…thisside…theywillcrushyou—carryingsomething. Why,itisapianotheyhavegot,Ideclare…howtheypush! ...Iamverymuchafraidofthatyoungwoman,too.” “Why,thatSofyaSemyonovna,whowastherejustnow.” “Ihaveapresentiment,Dounia.Well,youmaybelieveitornot,butassoonasshecamein,thatveryminute,Ifeltthatshewasthechiefcauseofthetrouble….” “Nothingofthesort!”criedDounia,invexation.“Whatnonsense,withyourpresentiments,mother!Heonlymadeheracquaintancetheeveningbefore,andhedidnotknowherwhenshecamein.” “Well,youwillsee….Sheworriesme;butyouwillsee,youwillsee!Iwassofrightened.Shewasgazingatmewiththoseeyes. Icouldscarcelysitstillinmychairwhenhebeganintroducingher,doyouremember? Itseemssostrange,butPyotrPetrovitchwriteslikethatabouther,andheintroduceshertous—toyou!Sohemustthinkagreatdealofher.” “Peoplewillwriteanything.Weweretalkedaboutandwrittenabout,too.Haveyouforgotten?Iamsurethatsheisagoodgirl,andthatitisallnonsense.” “AndPyotrPetrovitchisacontemptibleslanderer,”Douniasnappedout,suddenly. PulcheriaAlexandrovnawascrushed;theconversationwasnotresumed. “IwilltellyouwhatIwantwithyou,”saidRaskolnikov,drawingRazumihintothewindow. “ThenIwilltellKaterinaIvanovnathatyouarecoming,”Soniasaidhurriedly,preparingtodepart. “Oneminute,SofyaSemyonovna.Wehavenosecrets.Youarenotinourway. Iwanttohaveanotherwordortwowithyou.Listen!”heturnedsuddenlytoRazumihinagain. “Youknowthat…what’shisname…PorfiryPetrovitch?” “Ishouldthinkso!Heisarelation.Why?”addedthelatter,withinterest. “Isnothemanagingthatcase…youknow,aboutthatmurder?...Youwerespeakingaboutityesterday.” “Yes…well?”Razumihin’seyesopenedwide. “Hewasinquiringforpeoplewhohadpawnedthings,andIhavesomepledgesthere,too—trifles—aringmysistergavemeasakeepsakewhenIlefthome,andmyfather’ssilverwatch—theyareonlyworthfiveorsixroublesaltogether…butIvaluethem.SowhatamItodonow? Idonotwanttolosethethings,especiallythewatch. Iwasquakingjustnow,forfearmotherwouldasktolookatit,whenwespokeofDounia’swatch. Itistheonlythingoffather’sleftus.Shewouldbeillifitwerelost.Youknowwhatwomenare.Sotellmewhattodo. IknowIoughttohavegivennoticeatthepolicestation,butwoulditnotbebettertogostraighttoPorfiry?Eh?Whatdoyouthink? Themattermightbesettledmorequickly. Yousee,mothermayaskforitbeforedinner.” “Certainlynottothepolicestation.CertainlytoPorfiry,”Razumihinshoutedinextraordinaryexcitement.“Well,howgladIam.Letusgoatonce.Itisacoupleofsteps.Weshallbesuretofindhim.” “Andhewillbevery,verygladtomakeyouracquaintance. Ihaveoftentalkedtohimofyouatdifferenttimes.Iwasspeakingofyouyesterday.Letusgo.Soyouknewtheoldwoman?Sothat’sit!Itisallturningoutsplendidly….Oh,yes,SofyaIvanovna…” “SofyaSemyonovna,”correctedRaskolnikov.“SofyaSemyonovna,thisismyfriendRazumihin,andheisagoodman.” “Ifyouhavetogonow,”Soniawasbeginning,notlookingatRazumihinatall,andstillmoreembarrassed. “Letusgo,”decidedRaskolnikov.“Iwillcometoyouto-day,SofyaSemyonovna.Onlytellmewhereyoulive.” Hewasnotexactlyillatease,butseemedhurried,andavoidedhereyes.Soniagaveheraddress,andflushedasshedidso.Theyallwentouttogether. “Don’tyoulockup?”askedRazumihin,followinghimontothestairs. “Never,”answeredRaskolnikov.“Ihavebeenmeaningtobuyalockforthesetwoyears.Peoplearehappywhohavenoneedoflocks,”hesaid,laughing,toSonia.Theystoodstillinthegateway. “Doyougototheright,SofyaSemyonovna?Howdidyoufindme,bytheway?” headded,asthoughhewantedtosaysomethingquitedifferent. Hewantedtolookathersoftcleareyes,butthiswasnoteasy. “Why,yougaveyouraddresstoPolenkayesterday.” “Polenka?Oh,yes;Polenka,thatisthelittlegirl.Sheisyoursister?DidIgivehertheaddress?” “Ihadheardmyfatherspeakofyou…onlyIdidnotknowyourname,andhedidnotknowit. AndnowIcame…andasIhadlearntyourname,Iaskedto-day,‘WheredoesMr.Raskolnikovlive?’ Ididnotknowyouhadonlyaroomtoo…. Good-bye,IwilltellKaterinaIvanovna.” Shewasextremelygladtoescapeatlast;shewentawaylookingdown,hurryingtogetoutofsightassoonaspossible,towalkthetwentystepstotheturningontherightandtobeatlastalone,andthenmovingrapidlyalong,lookingatnoone,noticingnothing,tothink,toremember,tomeditateoneveryword,everydetail. Never,neverhadshefeltanythinglikethis. Dimlyandunconsciouslyawholenewworldwasopeningbeforeher. SherememberedsuddenlythatRaskolnikovmeanttocometoherthatday,perhapsatonce! “Onlynotto-day,please,notto-day!”shekeptmutteringwithasinkingheart,asthoughentreatingsomeone,likeafrightenedchild.“Mercy!tome…tothatroom…hewillsee…oh,dear!” Shewasnotcapableatthatinstantofnoticinganunknowngentlemanwhowaswatchingherandfollowingatherheels. Hehadaccompaniedherfromthegateway. AtthemomentwhenRazumihin,Raskolnikov,andshestoodstillatpartingonthepavement,thisgentleman,whowasjustpassing,startedonhearingSonia’swords:“andIaskedwhereMr.Raskolnikovlived?” Heturnedarapidbutattentivelookuponallthree,especiallyuponRaskolnikov,towhomSoniawasspeaking;thenlookedbackandnotedthehouse. Allthiswasdoneinaninstantashepassed,andtryingnottobetrayhisinterest,hewalkedonmoreslowlyasthoughwaitingforsomething. HewaswaitingforSonia;hesawthattheywereparting,andthatSoniawasgoinghome. “Home?Where?I’veseenthatfacesomewhere,”hethought.“Imustfindout.” Attheturninghecrossedover,lookedround,andsawSoniacomingthesameway,noticingnothing.Sheturnedthecorner.Hefollowedherontheotherside. Afteraboutfiftypaceshecrossedoveragain,overtookherandkepttwoorthreeyardsbehindher. Hewasamanaboutfifty,rathertallandthicklyset,withbroadhighshoulderswhichmadehimlookasthoughhestoopedalittle. Heworegoodandfashionableclothes,andlookedlikeagentlemanofposition. Hecarriedahandsomecane,whichhetappedonthepavementateachstep;hisgloveswerespotless. Hehadabroad,ratherpleasantfacewithhighcheek-bonesandafreshcolour,notoftenseeninPetersburg. Hisflaxenhairwasstillabundant,andonlytouchedhereandtherewithgrey,andhisthicksquarebeardwasevenlighterthanhishair. Hiseyeswereblueandhadacoldandthoughtfullook;hislipswerecrimson. Hewasaremarkedlywell-preservedmanandlookedmuchyoungerthanhisyears. WhenSoniacameoutonthecanalbank,theyweretheonlytwopersonsonthepavement. Heobservedherdreaminessandpreoccupation. Onreachingthehousewhereshelodged,Soniaturnedinatthegate;hefollowedher,seemingrathersurprised. Inthecourtyardsheturnedtotherightcorner.“Bah!” mutteredtheunknowngentleman,andmountedthestairsbehindher.OnlythenSonianoticedhim. Shereachedthethirdstorey,turneddownthepassage,andrangatNo.9. Onthedoorwasinscribedinchalk,“Kapernaumov,Tailor.”“Bah!” thestrangerrepeatedagain,wonderingatthestrangecoincidence,andherangnextdoor,atNo.8. Thedoorsweretwoorthreeyardsapart. “YoulodgeatKapernaumov’s,”hesaid,lookingatSoniaandlaughing.“Healteredawaistcoatformeyesterday.IamstayingclosehereatMadameResslich’s.Howodd!”Sonialookedathimattentively. “Weareneighbours,”hewentongaily.“Ionlycametotownthedaybeforeyesterday.Good-byeforthepresent.” Soniamadenoreply;thedooropenedandsheslippedin.Shefeltforsomereasonashamedanduneasy. OnthewaytoPorfiry’s,Razumihinwasobviouslyexcited. “That’scapital,brother,”herepeatedseveraltimes,“andIamglad!Iamglad!” “Whatareyougladabout?”Raskolnikovthoughttohimself. “Ididn’tknowthatyoupledgedthingsattheoldwoman’s,too.And…wasitlongago?Imean,wasitlongsinceyouwerethere?” “Whatasimple-heartedfoolheis!” “Whenwasit?”Raskolnikovstoppedstilltorecollect. “Twoorthreedaysbeforeherdeathitmusthavebeen. ButIamnotgoingtoredeemthethingsnow,”heputinwithasortofhurriedandconspicuoussolicitudeaboutthethings. “I’venotmorethanasilverroubleleft…afterlastnight’saccurseddelirium!” Helaidspecialemphasisonthedelirium. “Yes,yes,”Razumihinhastenedtoagree—withwhatwasnotclear. “Thenthat’swhyyou…werestuck…partly…youknowinyourdeliriumyouwerecontinuallymentioningsomeringsorchains! Yes,yes…that’sclear,it’sallclearnow.” “Hullo!Howthatideamusthavegotaboutamongthem. Herethismanwillgotothestakeforme,andIfindhimdelightedathavingit_clearedup_whyIspokeofringsinmydelirium! Whataholdtheideamusthaveonallofthem!” “Shallwefindhim?”heaskedsuddenly. “Oh,yes,”Razumihinansweredquickly.“Heisanicefellow,youwillsee,brother. Ratherclumsy,thatistosay,heisamanofpolishedmanners,butImeanclumsyinadifferentsense. Heisanintelligentfellow,verymuchsoindeed,buthehashisownrangeofideas…. Heisincredulous,sceptical,cynical…helikestoimposeonpeople,orrathertomakefunofthem.Hisistheold,circumstantialmethod…. Butheunderstandshiswork…thoroughly…. Lastyearheclearedupacaseofmurderinwhichthepolicehadhardlyaclue. Heisvery,veryanxioustomakeyouracquaintance!” “Onwhatgroundsishesoanxious?” “Oh,it’snotexactly…yousee,sinceyou’vebeenillIhappentohavementionedyouseveraltimes…. So,whenheheardaboutyou…aboutyourbeingalawstudentandnotabletofinishyourstudies,hesaid,‘Whatapity!’ AndsoIconcluded…fromeverythingtogether,notonlythat;yesterdayZametov…youknow,Rodya,Italkedsomenonsenseonthewayhometoyouyesterday,whenIwasdrunk…Iamafraid,brother,ofyourexaggeratingit,yousee.” “What?ThattheythinkIamamadman?Maybetheyareright,”hesaidwithaconstrainedsmile. “Yes,yes….Thatis,pooh,no!...ButallthatIsaid(andtherewassomethingelsetoo)itwasallnonsense,drunkennonsense.” “Butwhyareyouapologising?Iamsosickofitall!”Raskolnikovcriedwithexaggeratedirritability.Itwaspartlyassumed,however. “Iknow,Iknow,Iunderstand.Believeme,Iunderstand.One’sashamedtospeakofit.” “Ifyouareashamed,thendon’tspeakofit.” Bothweresilent.RazumihinwasmorethanecstaticandRaskolnikovperceiveditwithrepulsion.Hewasalarmed,too,bywhatRazumihinhadjustsaidaboutPorfiry. “Ishallhavetopullalongfacewithhimtoo,”hethought,withabeatingheart,andheturnedwhite,“anddoitnaturally,too. Butthemostnaturalthingwouldbetodonothingatall.Carefullydonothingatall! No,carefullywouldnotbenaturalagain…. Oh,well,weshallseehowitturnsout….Weshallsee…directly.Isitagoodthingtogoornot?Thebutterflyfliestothelight. Myheartisbeating,that’swhat’sbad!” “Inthisgreyhouse,”saidRazumihin. “Themostimportantthing,doesPorfiryknowthatIwasattheoldhag’sflatyesterday…andaskedabouttheblood? Imustfindthatoutinstantly,assoonasIgoin,findoutfromhisface;otherwise…I’llfindout,ifit’smyruin.” “Isay,brother,”hesaidsuddenly,addressingRazumihin,withaslysmile,“Ihavebeennoticingalldaythatyouseemtobecuriouslyexcited.Isn’titso?” “Excited?Notabitofit,”saidRazumihin,stungtothequick. “Yes,brother,Iassureyouit’snoticeable. Why,yousatonyourchairinawayyouneverdosit,ontheedgesomehow,andyouseemedtobewrithingallthetime.Youkeptjumpingupfornothing. Onemomentyouwereangry,andthenextyourfacelookedlikeasweetmeat. Youevenblushed;especiallywhenyouwereinvitedtodinner,youblushedawfully.” “Nothingofthesort,nonsense!Whatdoyoumean?” “Butwhyareyouwrigglingoutofit,likeaschoolboy?ByJove,therehe’sblushingagain.” “Butwhyareyousoshamefacedaboutit?Romeo!Stay,I’lltellofyouto-day.Ha-ha-ha!I’llmakemotherlaugh,andsomeoneelse,too…” “Listen,listen,listen,thisisserious….Whatnext,youfiend!”Razumihinwasutterlyoverwhelmed,turningcoldwithhorror.“Whatwillyoutellthem?Come,brother…foo!whatapigyouare!” “Youarelikeasummerrose.Andifonlyyouknewhowitsuitsyou;aRomeooversixfoothigh! Andhowyou’vewashedto-day—youcleanedyournails,Ideclare.Eh?That’ssomethingunheardof! Why,Idobelieveyou’vegotpomatumonyourhair!Benddown.” Raskolnikovlaughedasthoughhecouldnotrestrainhimself. Solaughing,theyenteredPorfiryPetrovitch’sflat. ThisiswhatRaskolnikovwanted:fromwithintheycouldbeheardlaughingastheycamein,stillguffawinginthepassage. “NotawordhereorI’ll…brainyou!”Razumihinwhisperedfuriously,seizingRaskolnikovbytheshoulder. 
