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“
Cut
along
,
Nastasya
,
and
bring
some
tea
,
for
tea
we
may
venture
on
without
the
faculty
.
But
here
is
the
beer
!
”
He
moved
back
to
his
chair
,
pulled
the
soup
and
meat
in
front
of
him
,
and
began
eating
as
though
he
had
not
touched
food
for
three
days
.
“
I
must
tell
you
,
Rodya
,
I
dine
like
this
here
every
day
now
,
”
he
mumbled
with
his
mouth
full
of
beef
,
“
and
it
’
s
all
Pashenka
,
your
dear
little
landlady
,
who
sees
to
that
;
she
loves
to
do
anything
for
me
.
I
don
’
t
ask
for
it
,
but
,
of
course
,
I
don
’
t
object
.
And
here
’
s
Nastasya
with
the
tea
.
She
is
a
quick
girl
.
Nastasya
,
my
dear
,
won
’
t
you
have
some
beer
?
”
“
Get
along
with
your
nonsense
!
”
“
A
cup
of
tea
,
then
?
”
“
A
cup
of
tea
,
maybe
.
”
“
Pour
it
out
.
Stay
,
I
’
ll
pour
it
out
myself
.
Sit
down
.
”
He
poured
out
two
cups
,
left
his
dinner
,
and
sat
on
the
sofa
again
.
As
before
,
he
put
his
left
arm
round
the
sick
man
’
s
head
,
raised
him
up
and
gave
him
tea
in
spoonfuls
,
again
blowing
each
spoonful
steadily
and
earnestly
,
as
though
this
process
was
the
principal
and
most
effective
means
towards
his
friend
’
s
recovery
.
Raskolnikov
said
nothing
and
made
no
resistance
,
though
he
felt
quite
strong
enough
to
sit
up
on
the
sofa
without
support
and
could
not
merely
have
held
a
cup
or
a
spoon
,
but
even
perhaps
could
have
walked
about
.
But
from
some
queer
,
almost
animal
,
cunning
he
conceived
the
idea
of
hiding
his
strength
and
lying
low
for
a
time
,
pretending
if
necessary
not
to
be
yet
in
full
possession
of
his
faculties
,
and
meanwhile
listening
to
find
out
what
was
going
on
.
Yet
he
could
not
overcome
his
sense
of
repugnance
.
After
sipping
a
dozen
spoonfuls
of
tea
,
he
suddenly
released
his
head
,
pushed
the
spoon
away
capriciously
,
and
sank
back
on
the
pillow
.
There
were
actually
real
pillows
under
his
head
now
,
down
pillows
in
clean
cases
,
he
observed
that
,
too
,
and
took
note
of
it
.
“
Pashenka
must
give
us
some
raspberry
jam
to
-
day
to
make
him
some
raspberry
tea
,
”
said
Razumihin
,
going
back
to
his
chair
and
attacking
his
soup
and
beer
again
.
“
And
where
is
she
to
get
raspberries
for
you
?
”
asked
Nastasya
,
balancing
a
saucer
on
her
five
outspread
fingers
and
sipping
tea
through
a
lump
of
sugar
.
