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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 207
the scene on the previous day with Luzhin, hesitating and con-
tinually glancing at Dounia, obviously to the latter's annoyance.
This incident more than all the rest evidently caused her
uneasiness, even consternation. Razumihin described it in detail
again, but this time he added his own conclusions: he openly
blamed Raskolnikov for intentionally insulting Pyotr Petro-
vitch, not seeking to excuse him on the score of his illness.
"He had planned it before his illness," he added.
"I think so, too," Pulcheria Alexandrovna agreed with a de-
jected air. But she was very much surprised at hearing Razumi-
hin express himself so carefully and even with a certain respect
about Pyotr Petrovitch. Avdotya Romanovna, too, was struck
by it.
"So this is your opinion of Pyotr Petrovitch?" Pulcheria
Alexandrovna could not resist asking.
"I can have no other opinion of your daughter's future hus-
band," Razumihin answered firmly and with warmth, "and I
don't say it simply from vulgar politeness, but because . . . simply
because Avdotya Romanovna has of her own free will deigned
to accept this man. If I spoke so rudely of him last night, it was
because I was disgustingly drunk and . . . mad besides; yes, mad,
crazy, I lost my head completely . . . and this morning I am
ashamed of it."
He crimsoned and ceased speaking. Avdotya Romanovna
flushed, but did not break the silence. She had not uttered a
word from the moment they began to speak of Luzhin.
Without her support Pulcheria Alexandrovna obviously did
not know what to do. At last, faltering and continually glanC'
ing at her daughter, she confessed that she was exceedingly
worried by one circumstance.
"You see, Dmitri Prokofitch," she began. "I'll be perfectly
open with Dmitri Prokofitch, Dounia?"
"Of course, mother," said Avdotya Romanovna emphati-
cally.
"This is what it is," she began in haste, as though the permis-
sion to speak of her trouble lifted a weight off her mind. "Very
early this morning we got a note from Pyotr Petrovitch in reply
to our letter announcing our arrival. He promised to meet us
at the station, you know; instead of that he sent a servant to
bring us the address of these lodgings and to show us the way;
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