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- 268 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
may have cherished the deepest respect for her, and may have
thought that I was promoting our mutual happiness! Reason
is the slave of passion, you know; why, probably, I was doing
more harm to myself than any one!"
"But that's not the point," Raskolnikov interrupted with
disgust. "It's simply that whether you are right or wrong, we
dislike you. We don't want to have anything to do with you.
We show you the door. Go out!"
Svidrigailov broke into a sudden laugh.
"But you're . . . but there's no getting round you," he said,
laughing in the frankest way. "I hoped to get round you, but
you took up the right line at once!"
"But you are trying to get round me still!"
"What of it? What of it?" cried Svidrigailov, laughing
openly. ' But this is what the French call bonne guerre, and
the most innocent form of deception! . . . But still you have
interrupted me; one way or another, I repeat again: there
would never have been any unpleasantness except for what
happened in the garden. Marfa Petrovna . . ."
"You have got rid of Marfa Petrovna, too, so they say?"
Raskolnikov interrupted rudely.
"Oh, you've heard that, too, then? You'd be sure to, though.
. . . But as for your question, I really don't know what to say,
though my own conscience is quite at rest on that score. Don't
suppose that I am in any apprehension about it. All was regular
and in order; the medical inquiry diagnosed apoplexy due to
bathing immediately after a heavy dinner and a bottle of wine,
and indeed it could have proved nothing else. But I'll tell you
what I have been thinking to myself of late, on my way here
in the train, especially: didn't I contribute to all that . . .
calamity, morally, in a way, by irritation or something of the
sort. But I came to the conclusion that that, too, was quite out
of the question."
Raskolnikov laughed.
"I wonder you trouble yourself about it!"
"But what are you laughing at? Only consider, I struck her
just twice with a switch — there were no marks even . . . don't
regard me as a cynic, please; I am |>erfectly aware how atrocious
it was of me and all that; but I know for certain, too, that
Marfa Petrovna was very likely pleased at my, so to say.
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