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“
I
like
that
sort
,
”
said
Dounia
.
“
So
it
is
not
a
present
from
her
fiancé
,
”
thought
Razumihin
,
and
was
unreasonably
delighted
.
“
I
thought
it
was
Luzhin
’
s
present
,
”
observed
Raskolnikov
.
“
No
,
he
has
not
made
Dounia
any
presents
yet
.
”
“
A
-
ah
!
And
do
you
remember
,
mother
,
I
was
in
love
and
wanted
to
get
married
?
”
he
said
suddenly
,
looking
at
his
mother
,
who
was
disconcerted
by
the
sudden
change
of
subject
and
the
way
he
spoke
of
it
.
“
Oh
,
yes
,
my
dear
.
”
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
exchanged
glances
with
Dounia
and
Razumihin
.
“
H
’
m
,
yes
.
What
shall
I
tell
you
?
I
don
’
t
remember
much
indeed
.
She
was
such
a
sickly
girl
,
”
he
went
on
,
growing
dreamy
and
looking
down
again
.
“
Quite
an
invalid
.
She
was
fond
of
giving
alms
to
the
poor
,
and
was
always
dreaming
of
a
nunnery
,
and
once
she
burst
into
tears
when
she
began
talking
to
me
about
it
.
Yes
,
yes
,
I
remember
.
I
remember
very
well
.
She
was
an
ugly
little
thing
.
I
really
don
’
t
know
what
drew
me
to
her
then
—
I
think
it
was
because
she
was
always
ill
.
If
she
had
been
lame
or
hunchback
,
I
believe
I
should
have
liked
her
better
still
,
”
he
smiled
dreamily
.
“
Yes
,
it
was
a
sort
of
spring
delirium
.
”
“
No
,
it
was
not
only
spring
delirium
,
”
said
Dounia
,
with
warm
feeling
.
