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“
I
don
’
t
believe
it
,
I
can
’
t
believe
it
!
”
repeated
Razumihin
,
trying
in
perplexity
to
refute
Raskolnikov
’
s
arguments
.
They
were
by
now
approaching
Bakaleyev
’
s
lodgings
,
where
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
and
Dounia
had
been
expecting
them
a
long
while
.
Razumihin
kept
stopping
on
the
way
in
the
heat
of
discussion
,
confused
and
excited
by
the
very
fact
that
they
were
for
the
first
time
speaking
openly
about
it
.
“
Don
’
t
believe
it
,
then
!
”
answered
Raskolnikov
,
with
a
cold
,
careless
smile
.
“
You
were
noticing
nothing
as
usual
,
but
I
was
weighing
every
word
.
”
“
You
are
suspicious
.
That
is
why
you
weighed
their
words
.
.
.
h
’
m
.
.
.
certainly
,
I
agree
,
Porfiry
’
s
tone
was
rather
strange
,
and
still
more
that
wretch
Zametov
!
.
.
.
You
are
right
,
there
was
something
about
him
—
but
why
?
Why
?
”
“
He
has
changed
his
mind
since
last
night
.
”
“
Quite
the
contrary
!
If
they
had
that
brainless
idea
,
they
would
do
their
utmost
to
hide
it
,
and
conceal
their
cards
,
so
as
to
catch
you
afterwards
.
.
.
.
But
it
was
all
impudent
and
careless
.
”
“
If
they
had
had
facts
—
I
mean
,
real
facts
—
or
at
least
grounds
for
suspicion
,
then
they
would
certainly
have
tried
to
hide
their
game
,
in
the
hope
of
getting
more
(
they
would
have
made
a
search
long
ago
besides
)
.
But
they
have
no
facts
,
not
one
.
It
is
all
mirage
—
all
ambiguous
.
Simply
a
floating
idea
.
So
they
try
to
throw
me
out
by
impudence
.
And
perhaps
,
he
was
irritated
at
having
no
facts
,
and
blurted
it
out
in
his
vexation
—
or
perhaps
he
has
some
plan
.
.
.
he
seems
an
intelligent
man
.
Perhaps
he
wanted
to
frighten
me
by
pretending
to
know
.
They
have
a
psychology
of
their
own
,
brother
.
But
it
is
loathsome
explaining
it
all
.
Stop
!
”
“
And
it
’
s
insulting
,
insulting
!
I
understand
you
.
But
.
.
.
since
we
have
spoken
openly
now
(
and
it
is
an
excellent
thing
that
we
have
at
last
—
I
am
glad
)
I
will
own
now
frankly
that
I
noticed
it
in
them
long
ago
,
this
idea
.
Of
course
the
merest
hint
only
—
an
insinuation
—
but
why
an
insinuation
even
?
How
dare
they
?
What
foundation
have
they
?
If
only
you
knew
how
furious
I
have
been
.
Think
only
!
Simply
because
a
poor
student
,
unhinged
by
poverty
and
hypochondria
,
on
the
eve
of
a
severe
delirious
illness
(
note
that
)
,
suspicious
,
vain
,
proud
,
who
has
not
seen
a
soul
to
speak
to
for
six
months
,
in
rags
and
in
boots
without
soles
,
has
to
face
some
wretched
policemen
and
put
up
with
their
insolence
;
and
the
unexpected
debt
thrust
under
his
nose
,
the
I
.
O
.
U
.
presented
by
Tchebarov
,
the
new
paint
,
thirty
degrees
Reaumur
and
a
stifling
atmosphere
,
a
crowd
of
people
,
the
talk
about
the
murder
of
a
person
where
he
had
been
just
before
,
and
all
that
on
an
empty
stomach
—
he
might
well
have
a
fainting
fit
!
And
that
,
that
is
what
they
found
it
all
on
!
Damn
them
!
I
understand
how
annoying
it
is
,
but
in
your
place
,
Rodya
,
I
would
laugh
at
them
,
or
better
still
,
spit
in
their
ugly
faces
,
and
spit
a
dozen
times
in
all
directions
.
I
’
d
hit
out
in
all
directions
,
neatly
too
,
and
so
I
’
d
put
an
end
to
it
.
Damn
them
!
Don
’
t
be
downhearted
.
It
’
s
a
shame
!
”
“
He
really
has
put
it
well
,
though
,
”
Raskolnikov
thought
.
