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“
Hush
,
mother
,
”
he
muttered
in
confusion
,
not
looking
at
her
,
but
pressing
her
hand
.
“
We
shall
have
time
to
speak
freely
of
everything
!
”
As
he
said
this
,
he
was
suddenly
overwhelmed
with
confusion
and
turned
pale
.
Again
that
awful
sensation
he
had
known
of
late
passed
with
deadly
chill
over
his
soul
.
Again
it
became
suddenly
plain
and
perceptible
to
him
that
he
had
just
told
a
fearful
lie
—
that
he
would
never
now
be
able
to
speak
freely
of
everything
—
that
he
would
never
again
be
able
to
speak
of
anything
to
anyone
.
The
anguish
of
this
thought
was
such
that
for
a
moment
he
almost
forgot
himself
.
He
got
up
from
his
seat
,
and
not
looking
at
anyone
walked
towards
the
door
.
“
What
are
you
about
?
”
cried
Razumihin
,
clutching
him
by
the
arm
.
He
sat
down
again
,
and
began
looking
about
him
,
in
silence
.
They
were
all
looking
at
him
in
perplexity
.
“
But
what
are
you
all
so
dull
for
?
”
he
shouted
,
suddenly
and
quite
unexpectedly
.
“
Do
say
something
!
What
’
s
the
use
of
sitting
like
this
?
Come
,
do
speak
.
Let
us
talk
.
.
.
.
We
meet
together
and
sit
in
silence
.
.
.
.
Come
,
anything
!
”
“
Thank
God
;
I
was
afraid
the
same
thing
as
yesterday
was
beginning
again
,
”
said
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
,
crossing
herself
.
“
What
is
the
matter
,
Rodya
?
”
asked
Avdotya
Romanovna
,
distrustfully
.
“
Oh
,
nothing
!
I
remembered
something
,
”
he
answered
,
and
suddenly
laughed
.
“
Well
,
if
you
remembered
something
;
that
’
s
all
right
!
.
.
.
I
was
beginning
to
think
.
.
.
”
muttered
Zossimov
,
getting
up
from
the
sofa
.
“
It
is
time
for
me
to
be
off
.
I
will
look
in
again
perhaps
.
.
.
if
I
can
.
.
.
”
He
made
his
bows
,
and
went
out
.
