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That
’
s
so
,
isn
’
t
it
?
And
if
so
,
you
’
ll
need
money
.
You
’
ll
need
it
for
him
,
do
you
understand
?
Giving
it
to
you
is
the
same
as
my
giving
it
to
him
.
Besides
,
you
promised
Amalia
Ivanovna
to
pay
what
’
s
owing
.
I
heard
you
.
How
can
you
undertake
such
obligations
so
heedlessly
,
Sofya
Semyonovna
?
It
was
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
debt
and
not
yours
,
so
you
ought
not
to
have
taken
any
notice
of
the
German
woman
.
You
can
’
t
get
through
the
world
like
that
.
If
you
are
ever
questioned
about
me
—
to
-
morrow
or
the
day
after
you
will
be
asked
—
don
’
t
say
anything
about
my
coming
to
see
you
now
and
don
’
t
show
the
money
to
anyone
or
say
a
word
about
it
.
Well
,
now
good
-
bye
.
(
He
got
up
.
)
“
My
greetings
to
Rodion
Romanovitch
.
By
the
way
,
you
’
d
better
put
the
money
for
the
present
in
Mr
.
Razumihin
’
s
keeping
.
You
know
Mr
.
Razumihin
?
Of
course
you
do
.
He
’
s
not
a
bad
fellow
.
Take
it
to
him
to
-
morrow
or
.
.
.
when
the
time
comes
.
And
till
then
,
hide
it
carefully
.
”
Sonia
too
jumped
up
from
her
chair
and
looked
in
dismay
at
Svidrigaïlov
.
She
longed
to
speak
,
to
ask
a
question
,
but
for
the
first
moments
she
did
not
dare
and
did
not
know
how
to
begin
.
“
How
can
you
.
.
.
how
can
you
be
going
now
,
in
such
rain
?
”
“
Why
,
be
starting
for
America
,
and
be
stopped
by
rain
!
Ha
,
ha
!
Good
-
bye
,
Sofya
Semyonovna
,
my
dear
!
Live
and
live
long
,
you
will
be
of
use
to
others
.
By
the
way
.
.
.
tell
Mr
.
Razumihin
I
send
my
greetings
to
him
.
Tell
him
Arkady
Ivanovitch
Svidrigaïlov
sends
his
greetings
.
Be
sure
to
.
”
He
went
out
,
leaving
Sonia
in
a
state
of
wondering
anxiety
and
vague
apprehension
.
It
appeared
afterwards
that
on
the
same
evening
,
at
twenty
past
eleven
,
he
made
another
very
eccentric
and
unexpected
visit
.
The
rain
still
persisted
.
Drenched
to
the
skin
,
he
walked
into
the
little
flat
where
the
parents
of
his
betrothed
lived
,
in
Third
Street
in
Vassilyevsky
Island
.
He
knocked
some
time
before
he
was
admitted
,
and
his
visit
at
first
caused
great
perturbation
;
but
Svidrigaïlov
could
be
very
fascinating
when
he
liked
,
so
that
the
first
,
and
indeed
very
intelligent
surmise
of
the
sensible
parents
that
Svidrigaïlov
had
probably
had
so
much
to
drink
that
he
did
not
know
what
he
was
doing
vanished
immediately
.
The
decrepit
father
was
wheeled
in
to
see
Svidrigaïlov
by
the
tender
and
sensible
mother
,
who
as
usual
began
the
conversation
with
various
irrelevant
questions
.
She
never
asked
a
direct
question
,
but
began
by
smiling
and
rubbing
her
hands
and
then
,
if
she
were
obliged
to
ascertain
something
—
for
instance
,
when
Svidrigaïlov
would
like
to
have
the
wedding
—
she
would
begin
by
interested
and
almost
eager
questions
about
Paris
and
the
court
life
there
,
and
only
by
degrees
brought
the
conversation
round
to
Third
Street
.
On
other
occasions
this
had
of
course
been
very
impressive
,
but
this
time
Arkady
Ivanovitch
seemed
particularly
impatient
,
and
insisted
on
seeing
his
betrothed
at
once
,
though
he
had
been
informed
,
to
begin
with
,
that
she
had
already
gone
to
bed
.
The
girl
of
course
appeared
.
Svidrigaïlov
informed
her
at
once
that
he
was
obliged
by
very
important
affairs
to
leave
Petersburg
for
a
time
,
and
therefore
brought
her
fifteen
thousand
roubles
and
begged
her
accept
them
as
a
present
from
him
,
as
he
had
long
been
intending
to
make
her
this
trifling
present
before
their
wedding
.
The
logical
connection
of
the
present
with
his
immediate
departure
and
the
absolute
necessity
of
visiting
them
for
that
purpose
in
pouring
rain
at
midnight
was
not
made
clear
.
But
it
all
went
off
very
well
;
even
the
inevitable
ejaculations
of
wonder
and
regret
,
the
inevitable
questions
were
extraordinarily
few
and
restrained
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
gratitude
expressed
was
most
glowing
and
was
reinforced
by
tears
from
the
most
sensible
of
mothers
.
Svidrigaïlov
got
up
,
laughed
,
kissed
his
betrothed
,
patted
her
cheek
,
declared
he
would
soon
come
back
,
and
noticing
in
her
eyes
,
together
with
childish
curiosity
,
a
sort
of
earnest
dumb
inquiry
,
reflected
and
kissed
her
again
,
though
he
felt
sincere
anger
inwardly
at
the
thought
that
his
present
would
be
immediately
locked
up
in
the
keeping
of
the
most
sensible
of
mothers
.
He
went
away
,
leaving
them
all
in
a
state
of
extraordinary
excitement
,
but
the
tender
mamma
,
speaking
quietly
in
a
half
whisper
,
settled
some
of
the
most
important
of
their
doubts
,
concluding
that
Svidrigaïlov
was
a
great
man
,
a
man
of
great
affairs
and
connections
and
of
great
wealth
—
there
was
no
knowing
what
he
had
in
his
mind
.
He
would
start
off
on
a
journey
and
give
away
money
just
as
the
fancy
took
him
,
so
that
there
was
nothing
surprising
about
it
.
Of
course
it
was
strange
that
he
was
wet
through
,
but
Englishmen
,
for
instance
,
are
even
more
eccentric
,
and
all
these
people
of
high
society
didn
’
t
think
of
what
was
said
of
them
and
didn
’
t
stand
on
ceremony
.
Possibly
,
indeed
,
he
came
like
that
on
purpose
to
show
that
he
was
not
afraid
of
anyone
.
Above
all
,
not
a
word
should
be
said
about
it
,
for
God
knows
what
might
come
of
it
,
and
the
money
must
be
locked
up
,
and
it
was
most
fortunate
that
Fedosya
,
the
cook
,
had
not
left
the
kitchen
.
And
above
all
not
a
word
must
be
said
to
that
old
cat
,
Madame
Resslich
,
and
so
on
and
so
on
.
They
sat
up
whispering
till
two
o
’
clock
,
but
the
girl
went
to
bed
much
earlier
,
amazed
and
rather
sorrowful
.
Svidrigaïlov
meanwhile
,
exactly
at
midnight
,
crossed
the
bridge
on
the
way
back
to
the
mainland
.
The
rain
had
ceased
and
there
was
a
roaring
wind
.
He
began
shivering
,
and
for
one
moment
he
gazed
at
the
black
waters
of
the
Little
Neva
with
a
look
of
special
interest
,
even
inquiry
.
But
he
soon
felt
it
very
cold
,
standing
by
the
water
;
he
turned
and
went
towards
Y
.
Prospect
.
He
walked
along
that
endless
street
for
a
long
time
,
almost
half
an
hour
,
more
than
once
stumbling
in
the
dark
on
the
wooden
pavement
,
but
continually
looking
for
something
on
the
right
side
of
the
street
.
He
had
noticed
passing
through
this
street
lately
that
there
was
a
hotel
somewhere
towards
the
end
,
built
of
wood
,
but
fairly
large
,
and
its
name
he
remembered
was
something
like
Adrianople
.
He
was
not
mistaken
:
the
hotel
was
so
conspicuous
in
that
God
-
forsaken
place
that
he
could
not
fail
to
see
it
even
in
the
dark
.
It
was
a
long
,
blackened
wooden
building
,
and
in
spite
of
the
late
hour
there
were
lights
in
the
windows
and
signs
of
life
within
.
He
went
in
and
asked
a
ragged
fellow
who
met
him
in
the
corridor
for
a
room
.
The
latter
,
scanning
Svidrigaïlov
,
pulled
himself
together
and
led
him
at
once
to
a
close
and
tiny
room
in
the
distance
,
at
the
end
of
the
corridor
,
under
the
stairs
.
There
was
no
other
,
all
were
occupied
.
The
ragged
fellow
looked
inquiringly
.
