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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT , 49
And even if she does not, the Darya Frantsovnas will get wind
of it, and the girl will soon be slipping out on the sly here and
there. Then there will be the hospital directly (that's always the
luck of those girls with respectable mothers, who go wrong on
the sly) and then . . . again the hospital . . . drink . . , the taverns
. . . and more hospital, in two or three years — a wreck, and her
life over at eighteen or nineteen. . . . Have not I seen cases like
that? And how have they been brought to it? Why, they've
all come to it like that. Ugh! But what does it matter? That's
as it should be, they tell us. A certain percentage, they tell us,
must every year go . . . that way ... to the devil, I suppose, so
that the rest may remain chaste, and not be interfered with. A
percentage! What splendid words they have; they are so scien-
tific, so consolatory. . . . Once you've said 'percentage,' there's
nothing more to worry about. If we had any other word . . .
maybe we might feel more uneasy. . . . But what if Dounia were
one of the percentage! Of another one if not that one?
"But where am I going?" he thought suddenly. "Strange, I
came out for something. As soon as I had read the letter I came
out. ... I was going to Vassilyevsky Ostrov, to Razumihin.
That's what it was . . . now I remember. What for, though? And
what put the idea of going to Razumihin into my head just
now? That's curious.'"
He wondered at himself. Razumihin was one of his old com-
rades at the university. It was remarkable that Raskolnikov had
hardly any friends at the university; he kept aloof from every
one, went to see no one, and did not welcome any one who came
to see him, and indeed every one soon gave him up. He took no
part in the students' gatherings, amusements or conversations.
He worked with great intensity without sparing himself, and
he was respected for this, but no one liked him. He was very
poor, and there was a sort of haughty pride and reserve about
him, as though he were keeping something to himself. He
seemed to some of his comrades to look down upon them all as
children, as though he were superior in development, knowledge
and convictions, as though their beliefs and interests were be-
neath him.
With Razumihin he had got on, or, at least, he was more
unreserved and communicative with him. Indeed it was impos-
sible tobe on any other terms with Razumihin. He was an ex-
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