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You
’
re
making
it
all
up
!
”
“
But
I
’
m
not
talking
about
that
(
though
I
did
hear
something
)
.
No
,
I
’
m
talking
of
the
way
you
keep
sighing
and
groaning
now
.
The
Schiller
in
you
is
in
revolt
every
moment
,
and
now
you
tell
me
not
to
listen
at
doors
.
If
that
’
s
how
you
feel
,
go
and
inform
the
police
that
you
had
this
mischance
:
you
made
a
little
mistake
in
your
theory
.
But
if
you
are
convinced
that
one
mustn
’
t
listen
at
doors
,
but
one
may
murder
old
women
at
one
’
s
pleasure
,
you
’
d
better
be
off
to
America
and
make
haste
.
Run
,
young
man
!
There
may
still
be
time
.
I
’
m
speaking
sincerely
.
Haven
’
t
you
the
money
?
I
’
ll
give
you
the
fare
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
thinking
of
that
at
all
,
”
Raskolnikov
interrupted
with
disgust
.
“
I
understand
(
but
don
’
t
put
yourself
out
,
don
’
t
discuss
it
if
you
don
’
t
want
to
)
.
I
understand
the
questions
you
are
worrying
over
—
moral
ones
,
aren
’
t
they
?
Duties
of
citizen
and
man
?
Lay
them
all
aside
.
They
are
nothing
to
you
now
,
ha
-
ha
!
You
’
ll
say
you
are
still
a
man
and
a
citizen
.
If
so
you
ought
not
to
have
got
into
this
coil
.
It
’
s
no
use
taking
up
a
job
you
are
not
fit
for
.
Well
,
you
’
d
better
shoot
yourself
,
or
don
’
t
you
want
to
?
”
“
You
seem
trying
to
enrage
me
,
to
make
me
leave
you
.
”
“
What
a
queer
fellow
!
But
here
we
are
.
Welcome
to
the
staircase
.
You
see
,
that
’
s
the
way
to
Sofya
Semyonovna
.
Look
,
there
is
no
one
at
home
.
Don
’
t
you
believe
me
?
Ask
Kapernaumov
.
She
leaves
the
key
with
him
.
Here
is
Madame
de
Kapernaumov
herself
.
Hey
,
what
?
She
is
rather
deaf
.
Has
she
gone
out
?
Where
?
Did
you
hear
?
She
is
not
in
and
won
’
t
be
till
late
in
the
evening
probably
.
Well
,
come
to
my
room
;
you
wanted
to
come
and
see
me
,
didn
’
t
you
?
Here
we
are
.
Madame
Resslich
’
s
not
at
home
.
She
is
a
woman
who
is
always
busy
,
an
excellent
woman
I
assure
you
.
.
.
.
She
might
have
been
of
use
to
you
if
you
had
been
a
little
more
sensible
.
Now
,
see
!
I
take
this
five
-
per
-
cent
bond
out
of
the
bureau
—
see
what
a
lot
I
’
ve
got
of
them
still
—
this
one
will
be
turned
into
cash
to
-
day
.
I
mustn
’
t
waste
any
more
time
.
The
bureau
is
locked
,
the
flat
is
locked
,
and
here
we
are
again
on
the
stairs
.
Shall
we
take
a
cab
?
I
’
m
going
to
the
Islands
.
Would
you
like
a
lift
?
I
’
ll
take
this
carriage
.
Ah
,
you
refuse
?
You
are
tired
of
it
!
Come
for
a
drive
!
I
believe
it
will
come
on
to
rain
.
Never
mind
,
we
’
ll
put
down
the
hood
.
.
.
.
”
Svidrigaïlov
was
already
in
the
carriage
.
Raskolnikov
decided
that
his
suspicions
were
at
least
for
that
moment
unjust
.
Without
answering
a
word
he
turned
and
walked
back
towards
the
Hay
Market
.
If
he
had
only
turned
round
on
his
way
he
might
have
seen
Svidrigaïlov
get
out
not
a
hundred
paces
off
,
dismiss
the
cab
and
walk
along
the
pavement
.
But
he
had
turned
the
corner
and
could
see
nothing
.
Intense
disgust
drew
him
away
from
Svidrigaïlov
.
“
To
think
that
I
could
for
one
instant
have
looked
for
help
from
that
coarse
brute
,
that
depraved
sensualist
and
blackguard
!
”
he
cried
.
Raskolnikov
’
s
judgment
was
uttered
too
lightly
and
hastily
:
there
was
something
about
Svidrigaïlov
which
gave
him
a
certain
original
,
even
a
mysterious
character
.
As
concerned
his
sister
,
Raskolnikov
was
convinced
that
Svidrigaïlov
would
not
leave
her
in
peace
.
But
it
was
too
tiresome
and
unbearable
to
go
on
thinking
and
thinking
about
this
.
