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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 205
and yet he lies in bed doing nothing. He doesn't jeer at things,
not because he hasn't the wit, but as though he hadn't time towaste on such trifles. He never listens to what is said to him. He
is never interested in what interests other people at any given
moment. He thinks very highly of himself and perhaps he is
right. Well, what more? I think your arrival will have a most
beneficial influence upon him."
"God grant it may," cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna, distressed
by Razumihin's account of her Rodya.
And Razumihin ventured to look more boldly at Avdotya
Romanovna at last. He glanced at her often while he was talk-
ing, but only for a moment and looked away again at once.
Avdotya Romanovna sat at the table, listening attentively,
then got up again and began walking to and fro with her arms
folded and her lips compressed, occasionally putting in a ques-
tion, without stopping her walk. She had the same habit of not
listening to what was said. She was wearing a dress of thin dark
stuff and she had a white transparent scarf round her neck.
Razumihin soon detected signs of extreme poverty in their be-
longings. Had Avdotya Romanovna been dressed like a queen,
he felt that he would not be afraid of her, but perhaps just be-
cause she was poorly dressed and that he noticed all the misery of
her surroundings, his heart was filled with dread and he began to
be afraid of every word he uttered, every gestvu^e he made, which
was very trying for a man who already felt diffident.
"You've told us a great deal that is interesting about my
brother's character . . . and have told it impartially. I am glad.
I thought that you were too uncritically devoted to him," ob-
served Avdotya Romanovna with a smile. "I think you are
right that he needs a woman's care," she added thoughtfully.
"I didn't say so; but I daresay you are right, only . . ."
"What?"
"He loves no one and perhaps he never will," Razumihin
declared decisively.
"You mean he is not capable of love?"
"Do you know, Avdotya Romanovna, you are awfully like
your brother, in everything, indeed!" he blurted out suddenly
to his own surprise, but remembering at once what he had just
before said of her brother, he turned as red as a crab and was
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