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“
What
am
I
to
do
now
,
Dmitri
Prokofitch
?
”
began
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
,
almost
weeping
.
“
How
can
I
ask
Rodya
not
to
come
?
Yesterday
he
insisted
so
earnestly
on
our
refusing
Pyotr
Petrovitch
and
now
we
are
ordered
not
to
receive
Rodya
!
He
will
come
on
purpose
if
he
knows
,
and
.
.
.
what
will
happen
then
?
”
“
Act
on
Avdotya
Romanovna
’
s
decision
,
”
Razumihin
answered
calmly
at
once
.
“
Oh
,
dear
me
!
She
says
.
.
.
goodness
knows
what
she
says
,
she
doesn
’
t
explain
her
object
!
She
says
that
it
would
be
best
,
at
least
,
not
that
it
would
be
best
,
but
that
it
’
s
absolutely
necessary
that
Rodya
should
make
a
point
of
being
here
at
eight
o
’
clock
and
that
they
must
meet
.
.
.
.
I
didn
’
t
want
even
to
show
him
the
letter
,
but
to
prevent
him
from
coming
by
some
stratagem
with
your
help
.
.
.
because
he
is
so
irritable
.
.
.
.
Besides
I
don
’
t
understand
about
that
drunkard
who
died
and
that
daughter
,
and
how
he
could
have
given
the
daughter
all
the
money
.
.
.
which
.
.
.
”
“
Which
cost
you
such
sacrifice
,
mother
,
”
put
in
Avdotya
Romanovna
.
“
He
was
not
himself
yesterday
,
”
Razumihin
said
thoughtfully
,
“
if
you
only
knew
what
he
was
up
to
in
a
restaurant
yesterday
,
though
there
was
sense
in
it
too
.
.
.
.
Hm
!
He
did
say
something
,
as
we
were
going
home
yesterday
evening
,
about
a
dead
man
and
a
girl
,
but
I
didn
’
t
understand
a
word
.
.
.
.
But
last
night
,
I
myself
.
.
.
”
“
The
best
thing
,
mother
,
will
be
for
us
to
go
to
him
ourselves
and
there
I
assure
you
we
shall
see
at
once
what
’
s
to
be
done
.
Besides
,
it
’
s
getting
late
—
good
heavens
,
it
’
s
past
ten
,
”
she
cried
looking
at
a
splendid
gold
enamelled
watch
which
hung
round
her
neck
on
a
thin
Venetian
chain
,
and
looked
entirely
out
of
keeping
with
the
rest
of
her
dress
.
“
A
present
from
her
fiancé
,
”
thought
Razumihin
.
“
We
must
start
,
Dounia
,
we
must
start
,
”
her
mother
cried
in
a
flutter
.
“
He
will
be
thinking
we
are
still
angry
after
yesterday
,
from
our
coming
so
late
.
Merciful
heavens
!
”
While
she
said
this
she
was
hurriedly
putting
on
her
hat
and
mantle
;
Dounia
,
too
,
put
on
her
things
.
Her
gloves
,
as
Razumihin
noticed
,
were
not
merely
shabby
but
had
holes
in
them
,
and
yet
this
evident
poverty
gave
the
two
ladies
an
air
of
special
dignity
,
which
is
always
found
in
people
who
know
how
to
wear
poor
clothes
.
Razumihin
looked
reverently
at
Dounia
and
felt
proud
of
escorting
her
.
“
The
queen
who
mended
her
stockings
in
prison
,
”
he
thought
,
“
must
have
looked
then
every
inch
a
queen
and
even
more
a
queen
than
at
sumptuous
banquets
and
levées
.
”
