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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 281
"Ach, Rodya, you have been upset again! . . . But what did
he say, what did he come for?"
Raskolnikov did not answer. Razumihin thought a minute.
"Now let me tell you my story," he began, "I came to you,
you were asleep. Then we had dinner and then I went to Por-
firy's, Zametov was still with him. I tried to begin, but it was
no use. I couldn't speak in the right way. They don't seem to
understand and can't understand, but are not a bit ashamed.
I drew Porfiry to the window, and began talking to him, but it
was still no use. He looked away and I looked away. At last I
shook my fist in his ugly face, and told him as a cousin I'd brain
him. He merely looked at me, I cursed and came away. That was
all. It was very stupid. To Zametov I didn't say a word. But, you
see, I thought I'd made a mess of it, but as I went downstairs a
brilliant idea struck me: why should we trouble? Of course if
you were in any danger or anything, but why need you care?
You needn't care a hang for them. We shall have a laugh at
them afterwards, and if I were in your place I'd mystify them
more than ever. How ashamed they'll be afterwards! Hang
them! We can thrash them afterwards, but let's laugh at themnow
"To be sure," answered Raskolnikov. "But what will you
say to-morrow?" he thought to himself. Strange to say, till that
moment it had never occurred to him to wonder what Razumi-
hin would think when he knew. As he thought it, Raskolnikov
looked at him. Razumihin's account of his visit to Porfiry had
very little interest for him, so much had come and gone since
then.
In the corridor they came upon Luzhin; he had arrived
punctually at eight, and was looking for the number, so that all
three went in together without greeting or looking at one an-
other. The young men walked in first, while Pyotr Petrovitch,
for good manners, lingered a little in the passage, taking ofif his
coat. Pulcheria Alexandrovna came forward at once to greet
him in the doorway, Dounia was welcoming her brother. Pyotr
Petrovitch walked in and quite amiably, though with re-
doubled dignity, bowed to the ladies. He looked, however, as
though he were a little put out and could not yet .recover him-
self. Pulcheria Alexandrovna, who seemed also a little em-
barrassed, hastened to make them all sit down at the round table
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