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He
stood
facing
her
,
two
paces
away
,
waiting
and
gazing
at
her
with
wild
determination
,
with
feverishly
passionate
,
stubborn
,
set
eyes
.
Dounia
saw
that
he
would
sooner
die
than
let
her
go
.
“
And
.
.
.
now
,
of
course
she
would
kill
him
,
at
two
paces
!
”
Suddenly
she
flung
away
the
revolver
.
“
She
’
s
dropped
it
!
”
said
Svidrigaïlov
with
surprise
,
and
he
drew
a
deep
breath
.
A
weight
seemed
to
have
rolled
from
his
heart
—
perhaps
not
only
the
fear
of
death
;
indeed
he
may
scarcely
have
felt
it
at
that
moment
.
It
was
the
deliverance
from
another
feeling
,
darker
and
more
bitter
,
which
he
could
not
himself
have
defined
.
He
went
to
Dounia
and
gently
put
his
arm
round
her
waist
.
She
did
not
resist
,
but
,
trembling
like
a
leaf
,
looked
at
him
with
suppliant
eyes
.
He
tried
to
say
something
,
but
his
lips
moved
without
being
able
to
utter
a
sound
.
“
Let
me
go
,
”
Dounia
implored
.
Svidrigaïlov
shuddered
.
Her
voice
now
was
quite
different
.
“
Then
you
don
’
t
love
me
?
”
he
asked
softly
.
Dounia
shook
her
head
.
“
And
.
.
.
and
you
can
’
t
?
Never
?
”
he
whispered
in
despair
.
“
Never
!
”
There
followed
a
moment
of
terrible
,
dumb
struggle
in
the
heart
of
Svidrigaïlov
.
He
looked
at
her
with
an
indescribable
gaze
.
Suddenly
he
withdrew
his
arm
,
turned
quickly
to
the
window
and
stood
facing
it
.
Another
moment
passed
.
“
Here
’
s
the
key
.
”
He
took
it
out
of
the
left
pocket
of
his
coat
and
laid
it
on
the
table
behind
him
,
without
turning
or
looking
at
Dounia
