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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 465
"It all depends on you, on you, on you alone," he began with
glowing eyes, almost in a whisper and hardly able to utter the
words for emotion.
Doimia drew back from him in alarm. He too was trembling
all over.
"You . . . one word from you, and he is saved. I . . . I'll save
him. I have money and friends. I'll send him away at once. I'U
get a passport, two passports, one for him and one for me. I
have friends . . . capable people. ... If you like, I'll take a pass-
port for you . . . for your mother. . . . What do you want with
Razimiihin? I love you too. ... I love you beyond everything.
. . . Let me kiss the hem of your dress, let me, let me. . . . The
very rustle of it is too much for me. Tell me, 'do that,' and I'll
do it. I'll do everything. I will do the impossible. "What you be-
lieve, Iwill believe. I'll do anything — anything! Don't, don't
look at me like that. Do you know that you are killing me? . . .'*
He was almost beginning to rave. . . . Something seemed sud-
denly to go to his head. Dounia jumped up and rushed to the
door.
"Open it! Open it!" she called, shaking the door. "Open it!
Is there no one there?"
Svidrigailov got up and came to himself. His still trembling
lips slowly broke into an angry mocking smile.
"There is no one at home," he said quietly and emphatically.
"The landlady has gone out, and it's waste of time to shout like
that. You are only exciting yourself uselessly."
"Where is the key? Open the door at once, at once, base
man!"
"I have lost the key and cannot find it."
"This is an outrage," cried Dounia, turning pale as death.
She rushed to the furthest corner, where she made haste to
barricade herself with a little table.
She did not scream, but she fixed her eyes on her tormentor
and watched every movement he made.
Svidrigailov remained standing at the other end of the room
facing her. He was positively composed, at least in appearance,
but his face was pale as before. The mocking smile did no:
leave his face.
"You spoke of outrage just now, Avdotya Romanovna. Ir
that case you may be sure I've taken measures. Sofya Semyon--
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