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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 299
to tell you. Don't come to see me. Maybe I'll come here. . . . Leave
me, but don't leave them. Do you understand me?"
It was dark in the corridor, they were standing near the
lamp. For a minute they were looking at one another in silencew
Razumihin remembered that minute all his life. Raskolnikov's
burning and intent eyes grew more penetrating every moment,
piercing into his soul, into his consciousness. Suddenly Razu-
mihin started. Something strange, as it were, passed between
them. . . . Some idea, some hint as it were, slipped, something
awful, hideous, and suddenly understood on both sides. . • .
Razumihin tiu-ned pale.
"Do you understand now?" said Raskolnikov, his face
twitching nervously. "Go back, go to them," he said suddenly,
and turning quickly, he went out of the house.
I will not attempt to describe how Razumihin went back
to the ladies, how he soothed them, how he protested that
Rodya needed rest in his illness, protested that Rodya was stire
to come, that he would come every day, that he was very,
very much upset, that he must not be irritated, that he, Razu-
mihin, would watch over him, would get him a doctor, the
best doctor, a consultation. ... In fact from that evening Razu-
mihin took his place with them as a son and a brother.
CHAPTER IV
Raskolnikov went straight to the house on the canal bank
where Sonia lived. It was an old green house of three storeys. He
found the porter and obtained from him vague directions as
to the whereabouts of Kapernaumov, the tailor. Having found
in the corner of the courtyard the entrance to the dark and
narrow staircase, he mounted to the second floor and came out
into a gallery that ran round the whole second storey over the
yard. While he was wandering in the darkness, uncertain where
to turn for Kapernaumov's door, a door opened three paces from
him; he mechanically took hold of it.
"Who is there?" a woman's voice asked uneasily.
"It's I . . . come to see you," answered Raskolnikov and he
walked into the tiny entry.
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