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“
Very
well
.
”
Raskolnikov
looked
at
all
this
with
profound
astonishment
and
a
dull
,
unreasoning
terror
.
He
made
up
his
mind
to
keep
quiet
and
see
what
would
happen
.
“
I
believe
I
am
not
wandering
.
I
believe
it
’
s
reality
,
”
he
thought
.
In
a
couple
of
minutes
Nastasya
returned
with
the
soup
,
and
announced
that
the
tea
would
be
ready
directly
.
With
the
soup
she
brought
two
spoons
,
two
plates
,
salt
,
pepper
,
mustard
for
the
beef
,
and
so
on
.
The
table
was
set
as
it
had
not
been
for
a
long
time
.
The
cloth
was
clean
.
“
It
would
not
be
amiss
,
Nastasya
,
if
Praskovya
Pavlovna
were
to
send
us
up
a
couple
of
bottles
of
beer
.
We
could
empty
them
.
”
“
Well
,
you
are
a
cool
hand
,
”
muttered
Nastasya
,
and
she
departed
to
carry
out
his
orders
.
Raskolnikov
still
gazed
wildly
with
strained
attention
.
Meanwhile
Razumihin
sat
down
on
the
sofa
beside
him
,
as
clumsily
as
a
bear
put
his
left
arm
round
Raskolnikov
’
s
head
,
although
he
was
able
to
sit
up
,
and
with
his
right
hand
gave
him
a
spoonful
of
soup
,
blowing
on
it
that
it
might
not
burn
him
.
But
the
soup
was
only
just
warm
.
Raskolnikov
swallowed
one
spoonful
greedily
,
then
a
second
,
then
a
third
.
But
after
giving
him
a
few
more
spoonfuls
of
soup
,
Razumihin
suddenly
stopped
,
and
said
that
he
must
ask
Zossimov
whether
he
ought
to
have
more
.
Nastasya
came
in
with
two
bottles
of
beer
.
“
And
will
you
have
tea
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
