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And
as
he
said
this
,
the
man
bowed
down
again
,
but
not
to
the
ground
,
turned
slowly
and
went
out
of
the
room
.
“
It
all
cuts
both
ways
,
now
it
all
cuts
both
ways
,
”
repeated
Raskolnikov
,
and
he
went
out
more
confident
than
ever
.
“
Now
we
’
ll
make
a
fight
for
it
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
malicious
smile
,
as
he
went
down
the
stairs
.
His
malice
was
aimed
at
himself
;
with
shame
and
contempt
he
recollected
his
“
cowardice
.
”
The
morning
that
followed
the
fateful
interview
with
Dounia
and
her
mother
brought
sobering
influences
to
bear
on
Pyotr
Petrovitch
.
Intensely
unpleasant
as
it
was
,
he
was
forced
little
by
little
to
accept
as
a
fact
beyond
recall
what
had
seemed
to
him
only
the
day
before
fantastic
and
incredible
.
The
black
snake
of
wounded
vanity
had
been
gnawing
at
his
heart
all
night
.
When
he
got
out
of
bed
,
Pyotr
Petrovitch
immediately
looked
in
the
looking
-
glass
.
He
was
afraid
that
he
had
jaundice
.
However
his
health
seemed
unimpaired
so
far
,
and
looking
at
his
noble
,
clear
-
skinned
countenance
which
had
grown
fattish
of
late
,
Pyotr
Petrovitch
for
an
instant
was
positively
comforted
in
the
conviction
that
he
would
find
another
bride
and
,
perhaps
,
even
a
better
one
.
But
coming
back
to
the
sense
of
his
present
position
,
he
turned
aside
and
spat
vigorously
,
which
excited
a
sarcastic
smile
in
Andrey
Semyonovitch
Lebeziatnikov
,
the
young
friend
with
whom
he
was
staying
.
That
smile
Pyotr
Petrovitch
noticed
,
and
at
once
set
it
down
against
his
young
friend
’
s
account
.
He
had
set
down
a
good
many
points
against
him
of
late
.
His
anger
was
redoubled
when
he
reflected
that
he
ought
not
to
have
told
Andrey
Semyonovitch
about
the
result
of
yesterday
’
s
interview
.
That
was
the
second
mistake
he
had
made
in
temper
,
through
impulsiveness
and
irritability
.
.
.
.
Moreover
,
all
that
morning
one
unpleasantness
followed
another
.
He
even
found
a
hitch
awaiting
him
in
his
legal
case
in
the
senate
.
He
was
particularly
irritated
by
the
owner
of
the
flat
which
had
been
taken
in
view
of
his
approaching
marriage
and
was
being
redecorated
at
his
own
expense
;
the
owner
,
a
rich
German
tradesman
,
would
not
entertain
the
idea
of
breaking
the
contract
which
had
just
been
signed
and
insisted
on
the
full
forfeit
money
,
though
Pyotr
Petrovitch
would
be
giving
him
back
the
flat
practically
redecorated
.
In
the
same
way
the
upholsterers
refused
to
return
a
single
rouble
of
the
instalment
paid
for
the
furniture
purchased
but
not
yet
removed
to
the
flat
.
“
Am
I
to
get
married
simply
for
the
sake
of
the
furniture
?
”
Pyotr
Petrovitch
ground
his
teeth
and
at
the
same
time
once
more
he
had
a
gleam
of
desperate
hope
.
“
Can
all
that
be
really
so
irrevocably
over
?
Is
it
no
use
to
make
another
effort
?
”
The
thought
of
Dounia
sent
a
voluptuous
pang
through
his
heart
.
He
endured
anguish
at
that
moment
,
and
if
it
had
been
possible
to
slay
Raskolnikov
instantly
by
wishing
it
,
Pyotr
Petrovitch
would
promptly
have
uttered
the
wish
.
“
It
was
my
mistake
,
too
,
not
to
have
given
them
money
,
”
he
thought
,
as
he
returned
dejectedly
to
Lebeziatnikov
’
s
room
,
“
and
why
on
earth
was
I
such
a
Jew
?
It
was
false
economy
!
I
meant
to
keep
them
without
a
penny
so
that
they
should
turn
to
me
as
their
providence
,
and
look
at
them
!
foo
!
If
I
’
d
spent
some
fifteen
hundred
roubles
on
them
for
the
trousseau
and
presents
,
on
knick
-
knacks
,
dressing
-
cases
,
jewellery
,
materials
,
and
all
that
sort
of
trash
from
Knopp
’
s
and
the
English
shop
,
my
position
would
have
been
better
and
.
.
.
stronger
!
They
could
not
have
refused
me
so
easily
!
They
are
the
sort
of
people
that
would
feel
bound
to
return
money
and
presents
if
they
broke
it
off
;
and
they
would
find
it
hard
to
do
it
!
And
their
conscience
would
prick
them
:
how
can
we
dismiss
a
man
who
has
hitherto
been
so
generous
and
delicate
?
.
.
.
.
H
’
m
!
I
’
ve
made
a
blunder
.
”
And
grinding
his
teeth
again
,
Pyotr
Petrovitch
called
himself
a
fool
—
but
not
aloud
,
of
course
.
He
returned
home
,
twice
as
irritated
and
angry
as
before
.
The
preparations
for
the
funeral
dinner
at
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
excited
his
curiosity
as
he
passed
.
He
had
heard
about
it
the
day
before
;
he
fancied
,
indeed
,
that
he
had
been
invited
,
but
absorbed
in
his
own
cares
he
had
paid
no
attention
.
Inquiring
of
Madame
Lippevechsel
who
was
busy
laying
the
table
while
Katerina
Ivanovna
was
away
at
the
cemetery
,
he
heard
that
the
entertainment
was
to
be
a
great
affair
,
that
all
the
lodgers
had
been
invited
,
among
them
some
who
had
not
known
the
dead
man
,
that
even
Andrey
Semyonovitch
Lebeziatnikov
was
invited
in
spite
of
his
previous
quarrel
with
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
that
he
,
Pyotr
Petrovitch
,
was
not
only
invited
,
but
was
eagerly
expected
as
he
was
the
most
important
of
the
lodgers
.
Amalia
Ivanovna
herself
had
been
invited
with
great
ceremony
in
spite
of
the
recent
unpleasantness
,
and
so
she
was
very
busy
with
preparations
and
was
taking
a
positive
pleasure
in
them
;
she
was
moreover
dressed
up
to
the
nines
,
all
in
new
black
silk
,
and
she
was
proud
of
it
.
