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“
I
have
lost
the
key
and
cannot
find
it
.
”
“
This
is
an
outrage
,
”
cried
Dounia
,
turning
pale
as
death
.
She
rushed
to
the
furthest
corner
,
where
she
made
haste
to
barricade
herself
with
a
little
table
.
She
did
not
scream
,
but
she
fixed
her
eyes
on
her
tormentor
and
watched
every
movement
he
made
.
Svidrigaïlov
remained
standing
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
facing
her
.
He
was
positively
composed
,
at
least
in
appearance
,
but
his
face
was
pale
as
before
.
The
mocking
smile
did
not
leave
his
face
.
“
You
spoke
of
outrage
just
now
,
Avdotya
Romanovna
.
In
that
case
you
may
be
sure
I
’
ve
taken
measures
.
Sofya
Semyonovna
is
not
at
home
.
The
Kapernaumovs
are
far
away
—
there
are
five
locked
rooms
between
.
I
am
at
least
twice
as
strong
as
you
are
and
I
have
nothing
to
fear
,
besides
.
For
you
could
not
complain
afterwards
.
You
surely
would
not
be
willing
actually
to
betray
your
brother
?
Besides
,
no
one
would
believe
you
.
How
should
a
girl
have
come
alone
to
visit
a
solitary
man
in
his
lodgings
?
So
that
even
if
you
do
sacrifice
your
brother
,
you
could
prove
nothing
.
It
is
very
difficult
to
prove
an
assault
,
Avdotya
Romanovna
.
”
“
Scoundrel
!
”
whispered
Dounia
indignantly
.
“
As
you
like
,
but
observe
I
was
only
speaking
by
way
of
a
general
proposition
.
It
’
s
my
personal
conviction
that
you
are
perfectly
right
—
violence
is
hateful
.
I
only
spoke
to
show
you
that
you
need
have
no
remorse
even
if
.
.
.
you
were
willing
to
save
your
brother
of
your
own
accord
,
as
I
suggest
to
you
.
You
would
be
simply
submitting
to
circumstances
,
to
violence
,
in
fact
,
if
we
must
use
that
word
.
Think
about
it
.
Your
brother
’
s
and
your
mother
’
s
fate
are
in
your
hands
.
I
will
be
your
slave
.
.
.
all
my
life
.
.
.
I
will
wait
here
.
”
Svidrigaïlov
sat
down
on
the
sofa
about
eight
steps
from
Dounia
.
She
had
not
the
slightest
doubt
now
of
his
unbending
determination
.
Besides
,
she
knew
him
.
Suddenly
she
pulled
out
of
her
pocket
a
revolver
,
cocked
it
and
laid
it
in
her
hand
on
the
table
.
Svidrigaïlov
jumped
up
.
“
Aha
!
So
that
’
s
it
,
is
it
?
”
he
cried
,
surprised
but
smiling
maliciously
.
“
Well
,
that
completely
alters
the
aspect
of
affairs
.
