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Then
he
got
up
,
took
leave
with
an
impressive
and
affable
bow
,
while
blessings
,
warm
gratitude
,
and
entreaties
were
showered
upon
him
,
and
Avdotya
Romanovna
spontaneously
offered
her
hand
to
him
.
He
went
out
exceedingly
pleased
with
his
visit
and
still
more
so
with
himself
.
“
We
’
ll
talk
to
-
morrow
;
go
to
bed
at
once
!
”
Razumihin
said
in
conclusion
,
following
Zossimov
out
.
“
I
’
ll
be
with
you
to
-
morrow
morning
as
early
as
possible
with
my
report
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
fetching
little
girl
,
Avdotya
Romanovna
,
”
remarked
Zossimov
,
almost
licking
his
lips
as
they
both
came
out
into
the
street
.
“
Fetching
?
You
said
fetching
?
”
roared
Razumihin
and
he
flew
at
Zossimov
and
seized
him
by
the
throat
.
“
If
you
ever
dare
.
.
.
.
Do
you
understand
?
Do
you
understand
?
”
he
shouted
,
shaking
him
by
the
collar
and
squeezing
him
against
the
wall
.
“
Do
you
hear
?
”
“
Let
me
go
,
you
drunken
devil
,
”
said
Zossimov
,
struggling
and
when
he
had
let
him
go
,
he
stared
at
him
and
went
off
into
a
sudden
guffaw
.
Razumihin
stood
facing
him
in
gloomy
and
earnest
reflection
.
“
Of
course
,
I
am
an
ass
,
”
he
observed
,
sombre
as
a
storm
cloud
,
“
but
still
.
.
.
you
are
another
.
”
“
No
,
brother
,
not
at
all
such
another
.
I
am
not
dreaming
of
any
folly
.
”
They
walked
along
in
silence
and
only
when
they
were
close
to
Raskolnikov
’
s
lodgings
,
Razumihin
broke
the
silence
in
considerable
anxiety
.
“
Listen
,
”
he
said
,
“
you
’
re
a
first
-
rate
fellow
,
but
among
your
other
failings
,
you
’
re
a
loose
fish
,
that
I
know
,
and
a
dirty
one
,
too
.
You
are
a
feeble
,
nervous
wretch
,
and
a
mass
of
whims
,
you
’
re
getting
fat
and
lazy
and
can
’
t
deny
yourself
anything
—
and
I
call
that
dirty
because
it
leads
one
straight
into
the
dirt
.
You
’
ve
let
yourself
get
so
slack
that
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
is
you
are
still
a
good
,
even
a
devoted
doctor
.
You
—
a
doctor
—
sleep
on
a
feather
bed
and
get
up
at
night
to
your
patients
!
In
another
three
or
four
years
you
won
’
t
get
up
for
your
patients
.
.
.
But
hang
it
all
,
that
’
s
not
the
point
!
.
.
.
You
are
going
to
spend
to
-
night
in
the
landlady
’
s
flat
here
.
(
Hard
work
I
’
ve
had
to
persuade
her
!
)
And
I
’
ll
be
in
the
kitchen
.
So
here
’
s
a
chance
for
you
to
get
to
know
her
better
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
not
as
you
think
!
There
’
s
not
a
trace
of
anything
of
the
sort
,
brother
.
.
.
!
”
