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- 184 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"I know we are going in together, but I want to shake hands
here and say good-bye to you here. So give me your hand, good-
bye!""What's the matter with you, Rodya?"
"Nothing . . . come along . . . you shall be witness."
They began mounting the stairs, and the idea struck Razu-
mihin that perhaps Zossimov might be right after all. "Ah,
I've upset him with my chatter!" he muttered to himself.
When they reached the door they heard voices in the room.
"What is it?" cried Razumihin.
Raskolnikov was the first to open the door; he flung it wide
and stood still in the doorway, dumbfounded.
His mother and sister were sitting on his sofa and had been
waiting an hour and a half for him. Why had he never ex-
pected, never thought of them, though the news that they had
started, were on their way and would arrive immediately, had
been repeated to him only that day? They had spent that hour
and a half plying Nastasya with questions. She was still standing
before them and had told them everything by now. They were
beside themselves with alarm when they heard of his "running
away" to-day, ill and, as they understood from her story, de-
lirious! "Good Heavens, what had become of him?" Both had
been weeping, both had been in anguish for that hour and a half.
A cry of joy, of ecstasy, greeted Raskolnikov's entrance.
Both rushed to him. But he stood like one dead; a sudden intol-
erable sensation struck him like a thunderbolt. He did not lift
his arms to embrace them, he could not. His mother and sister
clasped him in their arms, kissed him, laughed and cried. He
took a step, tottered and fell to the ground, fainting.
Anxiety, cries of horror, moans . . . Razumihin who was
standing in the doorway flew into the room, seized the sick man
in his strong arms and in a moment had him on the sofa.
"It's nothing, nothing!" he cried to the mother and sister —
"it's only a faint, a mere trifle! Only just now the doctor said
he was much better, that he is perfectly well! Water! See, he
is coming to himself, he is all right again!"
And seizing Dounia by the arm so that he almost dislocated
it, he made her bend down to see that "he is all right again." The
mother and sister looked on him with emotion and gratitude, as
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