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“
Of
course
,
”
he
muttered
to
himself
a
minute
later
with
a
feeling
of
self
-
abasement
,
“
of
course
,
all
these
infamies
can
never
be
wiped
out
or
smoothed
over
.
.
.
and
so
it
’
s
useless
even
to
think
of
it
,
and
I
must
go
to
them
in
silence
and
do
my
duty
.
.
.
in
silence
,
too
.
.
.
and
not
ask
forgiveness
,
and
say
nothing
.
.
.
for
all
is
lost
now
!
”
And
yet
as
he
dressed
he
examined
his
attire
more
carefully
than
usual
.
He
hadn
’
t
another
suit
—
if
he
had
had
,
perhaps
he
wouldn
’
t
have
put
it
on
.
“
I
would
have
made
a
point
of
not
putting
it
on
.
”
But
in
any
case
he
could
not
remain
a
cynic
and
a
dirty
sloven
;
he
had
no
right
to
offend
the
feelings
of
others
,
especially
when
they
were
in
need
of
his
assistance
and
asking
him
to
see
them
.
He
brushed
his
clothes
carefully
.
His
linen
was
always
decent
;
in
that
respect
he
was
especially
clean
.
He
washed
that
morning
scrupulously
—
he
got
some
soap
from
Nastasya
—
he
washed
his
hair
,
his
neck
and
especially
his
hands
.
When
it
came
to
the
question
whether
to
shave
his
stubbly
chin
or
not
(
Praskovya
Pavlovna
had
capital
razors
that
had
been
left
by
her
late
husband
)
,
the
question
was
angrily
answered
in
the
negative
.
“
Let
it
stay
as
it
is
!
What
if
they
think
that
I
shaved
on
purpose
to
.
.
.
?
They
certainly
would
think
so
!
Not
on
any
account
!
”
“
And
.
.
.
the
worst
of
it
was
he
was
so
coarse
,
so
dirty
,
he
had
the
manners
of
a
pothouse
;
and
.
.
.
and
even
admitting
that
he
knew
he
had
some
of
the
essentials
of
a
gentleman
.
.
.
what
was
there
in
that
to
be
proud
of
?
Everyone
ought
to
be
a
gentleman
and
more
than
that
.
.
.
and
all
the
same
(
he
remembered
)
he
,
too
,
had
done
little
things
.
.
.
not
exactly
dishonest
,
and
yet
.
.
.
.
And
what
thoughts
he
sometimes
had
;
hm
.
.
.
and
to
set
all
that
beside
Avdotya
Romanovna
!
Confound
it
!
So
be
it
!
Well
,
he
’
d
make
a
point
then
of
being
dirty
,
greasy
,
pothouse
in
his
manners
and
he
wouldn
’
t
care
!
He
’
d
be
worse
!
”
He
was
engaged
in
such
monologues
when
Zossimov
,
who
had
spent
the
night
in
Praskovya
Pavlovna
’
s
parlour
,
came
in
.
He
was
going
home
and
was
in
a
hurry
to
look
at
the
invalid
first
.
Razumihin
informed
him
that
Raskolnikov
was
sleeping
like
a
dormouse
.
Zossimov
gave
orders
that
they
shouldn
’
t
wake
him
and
promised
to
see
him
again
about
eleven
.
“
If
he
is
still
at
home
,
”
he
added
.
“
Damn
it
all
!
If
one
can
’
t
control
one
’
s
patients
,
how
is
one
to
cure
them
?
Do
you
know
whether
he
will
go
to
them
,
or
whether
they
are
coming
here
?
”
“
They
are
coming
,
I
think
,
”
said
Razumihin
,
understanding
the
object
of
the
question
,
“
and
they
will
discuss
their
family
affairs
,
no
doubt
.
I
’
ll
be
off
.
You
,
as
the
doctor
,
have
more
right
to
be
here
than
I
.
”
