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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 297
think? If I were to tell a publisher, I dare say he'd hesitate — they
are such blockheads! And as for the bvisiness side, printing,
paper, selling, you trust to me, I know my way about. We'll
begin in a small way and go on to a large. In any case it will get
us our living and we shall get back our capital."
Dounia's eyes shone.
"I like what you are saying, Dmitri Prokofitch!" she said.
"I know nothing about it, of course," put in Pulcheria
Alexandrovna, "it may be a good idea, but again God knows.
It's new and untried. Of course, we must remain here at least
for a time." She looked at Rodya.
"What do you think, brother?" said Doimia.
"I think he's got a very good idea," he answered. "Of course,
it's too soon to dream of a publishing firm, but we certainly
might bring out five or six books and be sure of success. I know
of one book myself which would be sure to go well. And as for
his being able to manage it, there's no doubt about that either.
He knows the business. . . . But we can talk it over later. . . ."
"Hvu-rah!" cried Razumihin. "Now, stay, there's a flat
here in this house, belonging to the same owner. It's a special
flat apart, not communicating with these lodgings. It's fur-
nished, rent moderate, three rooms. Suppose you take them to
begin with. I'll pawn your watch to-morrow and bring you the
money, and everything can be arranged then. You can all three
live together, and Rodya will be with yovu But where are you
off to, Rodya?"
"What, Rodya, you are going already?" Pulcheria Alexan
drovna asked in dismay.
"At such a minute?" cried Razumihin.
Dounia looked at her brother with incredulous wonder. H'
held his cap in his hand, he was preparing to leave them.
"One would think you were burying me or saying good-byt
for ever," he said somewhat oddly. He attempted to smile, but
it did not turn out a smile. "But who knows, perhaps it is the
last time we shall see each other . . ." he let slip accidentally. It
was what he was thinking, and it somehow was uttered aloud.
"What is the matter with you?" cried his mother.
"Where are you going, Rodya?" asked Dounia rather
strangely.
"Oh, I'm quite obliged to . . ." he answered va^ely, a*
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