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Listen
!
”
“
Well
?
”
“
You
are
talking
and
speechifying
away
,
but
tell
me
,
would
you
kill
the
old
woman
yourself
?
”
“
Of
course
not
!
I
was
only
arguing
the
justice
of
it
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
nothing
to
do
with
me
.
.
.
.
”
“
But
I
think
,
if
you
would
not
do
it
yourself
,
there
’
s
no
justice
about
it
.
.
.
.
Let
us
have
another
game
.
”
Raskolnikov
was
violently
agitated
.
Of
course
,
it
was
all
ordinary
youthful
talk
and
thought
,
such
as
he
had
often
heard
before
in
different
forms
and
on
different
themes
.
But
why
had
he
happened
to
hear
such
a
discussion
and
such
ideas
at
the
very
moment
when
his
own
brain
was
just
conceiving
.
.
.
the
very
same
ideas
?
And
why
,
just
at
the
moment
when
he
had
brought
away
the
embryo
of
his
idea
from
the
old
woman
had
he
dropped
at
once
upon
a
conversation
about
her
?
This
coincidence
always
seemed
strange
to
him
.
This
trivial
talk
in
a
tavern
had
an
immense
influence
on
him
in
his
later
action
;
as
though
there
had
really
been
in
it
something
preordained
,
some
guiding
hint
.
.
.
.
On
returning
from
the
Hay
Market
he
flung
himself
on
the
sofa
and
sat
for
a
whole
hour
without
stirring
.
Meanwhile
it
got
dark
;
he
had
no
candle
and
,
indeed
,
it
did
not
occur
to
him
to
light
up
.
He
could
never
recollect
whether
he
had
been
thinking
about
anything
at
that
time
.
At
last
he
was
conscious
of
his
former
fever
and
shivering
,
and
he
realised
with
relief
that
he
could
lie
down
on
the
sofa
.
Soon
heavy
,
leaden
sleep
came
over
him
,
as
it
were
crushing
him
.
He
slept
an
extraordinarily
long
time
and
without
dreaming
.
Nastasya
,
coming
into
his
room
at
ten
o
’
clock
the
next
morning
,
had
difficulty
in
rousing
him
.
She
brought
him
in
tea
and
bread
.
The
tea
was
again
the
second
brew
and
again
in
her
own
tea
-
pot
.
“
My
goodness
,
how
he
sleeps
!
”
she
cried
indignantly
.
“
And
he
is
always
asleep
.
”
