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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 285
fond of him, though they certainly did blame him for Philip's
death."
"I perceive, Avdotya Romanovna, that you seem disposed to
undertake his defence all of a sudden," Luzhin observed, twist-
ing his lips into an ambiguous smile, "there's no doubt that he is
an astute man, and insinuating where ladies are concerned, of
which Marfa Petrovna, who has died so strangely, is a terrible,
instance. My only desire has been to be of service to you and
your mother with my advice, in view of the renewed efforts
which may certainly be anticipated from him. For my part it's
my firm conviction, that he will end in a debtor's prison again.
Marfa Petrovna had not the slightest intention of settling any-
thing substantial on him, having regard for his children's inter-
ests, and, if she left him anything, it would only be the merest
sufficiency, something insignificant and ephemeral, which would
not last a year for a man of his habits."
"Pyotr Petrovitch, I beg you," said Dounia, "say no more of
Mr. Svidrigailov. It makes me miserable."
"He has just been to see me," said Raskohukov, breaking hissilence for the first time.
There were exclamations from all, and they all tiarned to him.
Even Pyotr Petrovitch was roused.
"An hour and a half ago, he came in when I was asleep,
waked me, and introduced himself," Raskolnikov continued
"He was fairly cheerful and at ease, and quite hopes that wc
shall become friends. He is particularly anxious by the way,
Dounia, for an interview with you, at which he asked me to
assist. He has a proposition to make to you, and he told me
about it. He told me, too, that a week before her death Marfa
Petrovna left you three thousand roubles in her will, Dounia,
and that you can receive the money very shortly."
"Thank God!" cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna, crossing her-
self. "Pray for her soul, Dounia!"
"It's a fact!" broke from Luzhin.
"Tell us, what more?" Dounia urged Raskolnikov.
"Then he said that he wasn't rich and all the estate was left
to his children who are now with an aunt, then that he was
staying somewhere not far from me, but where, I don't know, I
didn't ask "
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