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Oh
,
how
sick
he
was
of
it
all
!
And
yet
he
was
hastening
to
Svidrigaïlov
;
could
he
be
expecting
something
new
from
him
,
information
,
or
means
of
escape
?
Men
will
catch
at
straws
!
Was
it
destiny
or
some
instinct
bringing
them
together
?
Perhaps
it
was
only
fatigue
,
despair
;
perhaps
it
was
not
Svidrigaïlov
but
some
other
whom
he
needed
,
and
Svidrigaïlov
had
simply
presented
himself
by
chance
.
Sonia
?
But
what
should
he
go
to
Sonia
for
now
?
To
beg
her
tears
again
?
He
was
afraid
of
Sonia
,
too
.
Sonia
stood
before
him
as
an
irrevocable
sentence
.
He
must
go
his
own
way
or
hers
.
At
that
moment
especially
he
did
not
feel
equal
to
seeing
her
.
No
,
would
it
not
be
better
to
try
Svidrigaïlov
?
And
he
could
not
help
inwardly
owning
that
he
had
long
felt
that
he
must
see
him
for
some
reason
.
But
what
could
they
have
in
common
?
Their
very
evil
-
doing
could
not
be
of
the
same
kind
.
The
man
,
moreover
,
was
very
unpleasant
,
evidently
depraved
,
undoubtedly
cunning
and
deceitful
,
possibly
malignant
.
Such
stories
were
told
about
him
.
It
is
true
he
was
befriending
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
children
,
but
who
could
tell
with
what
motive
and
what
it
meant
?
The
man
always
had
some
design
,
some
project
.
There
was
another
thought
which
had
been
continually
hovering
of
late
about
Raskolnikov
’
s
mind
,
and
causing
him
great
uneasiness
.
It
was
so
painful
that
he
made
distinct
efforts
to
get
rid
of
it
.
He
sometimes
thought
that
Svidrigaïlov
was
dogging
his
footsteps
.
Svidrigaïlov
had
found
out
his
secret
and
had
had
designs
on
Dounia
.
What
if
he
had
them
still
?
Wasn
’
t
it
practically
certain
that
he
had
?
And
what
if
,
having
learnt
his
secret
and
so
having
gained
power
over
him
,
he
were
to
use
it
as
a
weapon
against
Dounia
?
This
idea
sometimes
even
tormented
his
dreams
,
but
it
had
never
presented
itself
so
vividly
to
him
as
on
his
way
to
Svidrigaïlov
.
The
very
thought
moved
him
to
gloomy
rage
.
To
begin
with
,
this
would
transform
everything
,
even
his
own
position
;
he
would
have
at
once
to
confess
his
secret
to
Dounia
.
Would
he
have
to
give
himself
up
perhaps
to
prevent
Dounia
from
taking
some
rash
step
?
The
letter
?
This
morning
Dounia
had
received
a
letter
.
From
whom
could
she
get
letters
in
Petersburg
?
Luzhin
,
perhaps
?
It
’
s
true
Razumihin
was
there
to
protect
her
,
but
Razumihin
knew
nothing
of
the
position
.
Perhaps
it
was
his
duty
to
tell
Razumihin
?
He
thought
of
it
with
repugnance
.
In
any
case
he
must
see
Svidrigaïlov
as
soon
as
possible
,
he
decided
finally
.
Thank
God
,
the
details
of
the
interview
were
of
little
consequence
,
if
only
he
could
get
at
the
root
of
the
matter
;
but
if
Svidrigaïlov
were
capable
.
.
.
if
he
were
intriguing
against
Dounia
—
then
.
.
.
Raskolnikov
was
so
exhausted
by
what
he
had
passed
through
that
month
that
he
could
only
decide
such
questions
in
one
way
;
“
then
I
shall
kill
him
,
”
he
thought
in
cold
despair
.
A
sudden
anguish
oppressed
his
heart
,
he
stood
still
in
the
middle
of
the
street
and
began
looking
about
to
see
where
he
was
and
which
way
he
was
going
.
He
found
himself
in
X
.
Prospect
,
thirty
or
forty
paces
from
the
Hay
Market
,
through
which
he
had
come
.
The
whole
second
storey
of
the
house
on
the
left
was
used
as
a
tavern
.
All
the
windows
were
wide
open
;
judging
from
the
figures
moving
at
the
windows
,
the
rooms
were
full
to
overflowing
.
There
were
sounds
of
singing
,
of
clarionet
and
violin
,
and
the
boom
of
a
Turkish
drum
.
He
could
hear
women
shrieking
.
He
was
about
to
turn
back
wondering
why
he
had
come
to
the
X
.
Prospect
,
when
suddenly
at
one
of
the
end
windows
he
saw
Svidrigaïlov
,
sitting
at
a
tea
-
table
right
in
the
open
window
with
a
pipe
in
his
mouth
.
Raskolnikov
was
dreadfully
taken
aback
,
almost
terrified
.
Svidrigaïlov
was
silently
watching
and
scrutinising
him
and
,
what
struck
Raskolnikov
at
once
,
seemed
to
be
meaning
to
get
up
and
slip
away
unobserved
.
Raskolnikov
at
once
pretended
not
to
have
seen
him
,
but
to
be
looking
absent
-
mindedly
away
,
while
he
watched
him
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
.
His
heart
was
beating
violently
.
Yet
,
it
was
evident
that
Svidrigaïlov
did
not
want
to
be
seen
.
He
took
the
pipe
out
of
his
mouth
and
was
on
the
point
of
concealing
himself
,
but
as
he
got
up
and
moved
back
his
chair
,
he
seemed
to
have
become
suddenly
aware
that
Raskolnikov
had
seen
him
,
and
was
watching
him
.
What
had
passed
between
them
was
much
the
same
as
what
happened
at
their
first
meeting
in
Raskolnikov
’
s
room
.
A
sly
smile
came
into
Svidrigaïlov
’
s
face
and
grew
broader
and
broader
.
Each
knew
that
he
was
seen
and
watched
by
the
other
.
At
last
Svidrigaïlov
broke
into
a
loud
laugh
.
“
Well
,
well
,
come
in
if
you
want
me
;
I
am
here
!
”
he
shouted
from
the
window
.
