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He
jumped
up
and
walked
off
as
fast
as
he
could
towards
the
"
Petersburg
Side
.
"
[
One
of
the
quarters
of
St.
Petersburg
.
]
He
had
asked
someone
,
a
little
while
before
,
to
show
him
which
was
the
Petersburg
Side
,
on
the
banks
of
the
Neva
.
He
had
not
gone
there
,
however
;
and
he
knew
very
well
that
it
was
of
no
use
to
go
now
,
for
he
would
certainly
not
find
Lebedeff
's
relation
at
home
.
He
had
the
address
,
but
she
must
certainly
have
gone
to
Pavlofsk
,
or
Colia
would
have
let
him
know
.
If
he
were
to
go
now
,
it
would
merely
be
out
of
curiosity
,
but
a
sudden
,
new
idea
had
come
into
his
head
.
However
,
it
was
something
to
move
on
and
know
where
he
was
going
.
A
minute
later
he
was
still
moving
on
,
but
without
knowing
anything
.
He
could
no
longer
think
out
his
new
idea
.
He
tried
to
take
an
interest
in
all
he
saw
;
in
the
sky
,
in
the
Neva
.
He
spoke
to
some
children
he
met
.
He
felt
his
epileptic
condition
becoming
more
and
more
developed
.
The
evening
was
very
close
;
thunder
was
heard
some
way
off
.
The
prince
was
haunted
all
that
day
by
the
face
of
Lebedeff
's
nephew
whom
he
had
seen
for
the
first
time
that
morning
,
just
as
one
is
haunted
at
times
by
some
persistent
musical
refrain
.
By
a
curious
association
of
ideas
,
the
young
man
always
appeared
as
the
murderer
of
whom
Lebedeff
had
spoken
when
introducing
him
to
Muishkin
.
Yes
,
he
had
read
something
about
the
murder
,
and
that
quite
recently
.
Since
he
came
to
Russia
,
he
had
heard
many
stories
of
this
kind
,
and
was
interested
in
them
.
His
conversation
with
the
waiter
,
an
hour
ago
,
chanced
to
be
on
the
subject
of
this
murder
of
the
Zemarins
,
and
the
latter
had
agreed
with
him
about
it
.
He
thought
of
the
waiter
again
,
and
decided
that
he
was
no
fool
,
but
a
steady
,
intelligent
man
:
though
,
said
he
to
himself
,
"
God
knows
what
he
may
really
be
;
in
a
country
with
which
one
is
unfamiliar
it
is
difficult
to
understand
the
people
one
meets
.
"
He
was
beginning
to
have
a
passionate
faith
in
the
Russian
soul
,
however
,
and
what
discoveries
he
had
made
in
the
last
six
months
,
what
unexpected
discoveries
!
But
every
soul
is
a
mystery
,
and
depths
of
mystery
lie
in
the
soul
of
a
Russian
.
He
had
been
intimate
with
Rogojin
,
for
example
,
and
a
brotherly
friendship
had
sprung
up
between
them
--
yet
did
he
really
know
him
?
What
chaos
and
ugliness
fills
the
world
at
times
!
What
a
self-satisfied
rascal
is
that
nephew
of
Lebedeff
's
!
"
But
what
am
I
thinking
,
"
continued
the
prince
to
himself
.
"
Can
he
really
have
committed
that
crime
?
Did
he
kill
those
six
persons
?
I
seem
to
be
confusing
things
...
how
strange
it
all
is
...
My
head
goes
round
...
And
Lebedeff
's
daughter
--
how
sympathetic
and
charming
her
face
was
as
she
held
the
child
in
her
arms
!
What
an
innocent
look
and
child-like
laugh
she
had
!
It
is
curious
that
I
had
forgotten
her
until
now
.
I
expect
Lebedeff
adores
her
--
and
I
really
believe
,
when
I
think
of
it
,
that
as
sure
as
two
and
two
make
four
,
he
is
fond
of
that
nephew
,
too
!
"
Well
,
why
should
he
judge
them
so
hastily
!
Could
he
really
say
what
they
were
,
after
one
short
visit
?
Even
Lebedeff
seemed
an
enigma
today
.
Did
he
expect
to
find
him
so
?
He
had
never
seen
him
like
that
before
.
Lebedeff
and
the
Comtesse
du
Barry
!
Good
Heavens
!
If
Rogojin
should
really
kill
someone
,
it
would
not
,
at
any
rate
,
be
such
a
senseless
,
chaotic
affair
.
A
knife
made
to
a
special
pattern
,
and
six
people
killed
in
a
kind
of
delirium
.
But
Rogojin
also
had
a
knife
made
to
a
special
pattern
.
Can
it
be
that
Rogojin
wishes
to
murder
anyone
?
The
prince
began
to
tremble
violently
.
"
It
is
a
crime
on
my
part
to
imagine
anything
so
base
,
with
such
cynical
frankness
.
"
His
face
reddened
with
shame
at
the
thought
;
and
then
there
came
across
him
as
in
a
flash
the
memory
of
the
incidents
at
the
Pavlofsk
station
,
and
at
the
other
station
in
the
morning
;
and
the
question
asked
him
by
Rogojin
about
the
eyes
and
Rogojin
's
cross
,
that
he
was
even
now
wearing
;
and
the
benediction
of
Rogojin
's
mother
;
and
his
embrace
on
the
darkened
staircase
--
that
last
supreme
renunciation
--
and
now
,
to
find
himself
full
of
this
new
"
idea
,
"
staring
into
shop-windows
,
and
looking
round
for
things
--
how
base
he
was
!
Despair
overmastered
his
soul
;
he
would
not
go
on
,
he
would
go
back
to
his
hotel
;
he
even
turned
and
went
the
other
way
;
but
a
moment
after
he
changed
his
mind
again
and
went
on
in
the
old
direction
.
Why
,
here
he
was
on
the
Petersburg
Side
already
,
quite
close
to
the
house
!
Where
was
his
"
idea
"
?
He
was
marching
along
without
it
now
.
Yes
,
his
malady
was
coming
back
,
it
was
clear
enough
;
all
this
gloom
and
heaviness
,
all
these
"
ideas
,
"
were
nothing
more
nor
less
than
a
fit
coming
on
;
perhaps
he
would
have
a
fit
this
very
day
.
But
just
now
all
the
gloom
and
darkness
had
fled
,
his
heart
felt
full
of
joy
and
hope
,
there
was
no
such
thing
as
doubt
.
And
yes
,
he
had
n't
seen
her
for
so
long
;
he
really
must
see
her
.
He
wished
he
could
meet
Rogojin
;
he
would
take
his
hand
,
and
they
would
go
to
her
together
.
His
heart
was
pure
,
he
was
no
rival
of
Parfen
's
.
