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“
Didn
’
t
I
?
”
“
No
!
”
“
I
thought
I
did
.
When
I
came
in
and
saw
you
lying
with
your
eyes
shut
,
pretending
,
I
said
to
myself
at
once
,
‘
Here
’
s
the
man
.
’
”
“
What
do
you
mean
by
‘
the
man
?
’
What
are
you
talking
about
?
”
cried
Raskolnikov
.
“
What
do
I
mean
?
I
really
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
.
”
Svidrigaïlov
muttered
ingenuously
,
as
though
he
,
too
,
were
puzzled
.
For
a
minute
they
were
silent
.
They
stared
in
each
other
’
s
faces
.
“
That
’
s
all
nonsense
!
”
Raskolnikov
shouted
with
vexation
.
“
What
does
she
say
when
she
comes
to
you
?
”
“
She
!
Would
you
believe
it
,
she
talks
of
the
silliest
trifles
and
—
man
is
a
strange
creature
—
it
makes
me
angry
.
The
first
time
she
came
in
(
I
was
tired
you
know
:
the
funeral
service
,
the
funeral
ceremony
,
the
lunch
afterwards
.
At
last
I
was
left
alone
in
my
study
.
I
lighted
a
cigar
and
began
to
think
)
,
she
came
in
at
the
door
.
‘
You
’
ve
been
so
busy
to
-
day
,
Arkady
Ivanovitch
,
you
have
forgotten
to
wind
the
dining
-
room
clock
,
’
she
said
.
All
those
seven
years
I
’
ve
wound
that
clock
every
week
,
and
if
I
forgot
it
she
would
always
remind
me
.
The
next
day
I
set
off
on
my
way
here
.
I
got
out
at
the
station
at
daybreak
;
I
’
d
been
asleep
,
tired
out
,
with
my
eyes
half
open
,
I
was
drinking
some
coffee
.
I
looked
up
and
there
was
suddenly
Marfa
Petrovna
sitting
beside
me
with
a
pack
of
cards
in
her
hands
.
‘
Shall
I
tell
your
fortune
for
the
journey
,
Arkady
Ivanovitch
?
’
She
was
a
great
hand
at
telling
fortunes
.
I
shall
never
forgive
myself
for
not
asking
her
to
.
I
ran
away
in
a
fright
,
and
,
besides
,
the
bell
rang
.
I
was
sitting
to
-
day
,
feeling
very
heavy
after
a
miserable
dinner
from
a
cookshop
;
I
was
sitting
smoking
,
all
of
a
sudden
Marfa
Petrovna
again
.
She
came
in
very
smart
in
a
new
green
silk
dress
with
a
long
train
.
‘
Good
day
,
Arkady
Ivanovitch
!
How
do
you
like
my
dress
?
Aniska
can
’
t
make
like
this
.
’
(
Aniska
was
a
dressmaker
in
the
country
,
one
of
our
former
serf
girls
who
had
been
trained
in
Moscow
,
a
pretty
wench
.
)
She
stood
turning
round
before
me
.
I
looked
at
the
dress
,
and
then
I
looked
carefully
,
very
carefully
,
at
her
face
.
‘
I
wonder
you
trouble
to
come
to
me
about
such
trifles
,
Marfa
Petrovna
.
’
‘
Good
gracious
,
you
won
’
t
let
one
disturb
you
about
anything
!
’
To
tease
her
I
said
,
‘
I
want
to
get
married
,
Marfa
Petrovna
.
’
‘
That
’
s
just
like
you
,
Arkady
Ivanovitch
;
it
does
you
very
little
credit
to
come
looking
for
a
bride
when
you
’
ve
hardly
buried
your
wife
.
And
if
you
could
make
a
good
choice
,
at
least
,
but
I
know
it
won
’
t
be
for
your
happiness
or
hers
,
you
will
only
be
a
laughing
-
stock
to
all
good
people
.
’
Then
she
went
out
and
her
train
seemed
to
rustle
.
Isn
’
t
it
nonsense
,
eh
?
”
