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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 457
This idea sometimes even tormented his dreams, but it had
never presented itself so vividly to him as on his way to Svidri-
gailov. The very thought moved him to gloomy rage. To begin
with, this would transform everything, even his own position;
he would have at once to confess his secret to Dounia. Would he
have to give himself up perhaps to prevent Dounia from taking
some rash step? The letter? This morning Dounia had received a
letter. From whom could she get letters in Petersburg? Luzhin,
perhaps? It's true Razumihin was there to protect her; but
Razumihin knew nothing of the position. Perhaps it was his
duty to tell Razumihin? He thought of it with repugnance.
In any case he must see Svidrigai'lov as soon as possible, he
decided finally. Thank God, the details of the interview were of
little consequence, if only he could get at the root of the matter;
but if Svidrigai'lov were capable ... if he were intriguing against.
Dounia, — then . . .
Raskolnikov was so exhausted by what he had passed through
that month that he could only decide such questions in one way;
"then I shall kill him," he thought in cold despair.
A sudden anguish oppressed his heart, he stood still in the
middle of the street and began looking about to see where he was
and which way he was going. He found himself in X. Prospect,
thirty or forty paces from the Hay Market, through which he
had come. The whole second storey of the house on the left was
used as a tavern. All the windows were wide open; judging from
the figures moving at the windows, the rooms were full to over-
flowing. There were sounds of singing, of clarionet and violin,
and the boom of a Turkish drum. He could hear women shriek-
ing. He was about to turn back wondering why he had come to
the X. Prospect, when suddenly at one of the end windows he
saw Svidrigai'lov, sitting at a tea-table right in the open window
with a pipe in his mouth, Raskolnikov was dreadfully taken
aback, almost terrified. Svidriga'ilov was silently watching and
scrutinising him and, what struck Raskolnikov at once, seemed
to be meaning to get up and slip away unobserved. Raskolnikov
at once pretended not to have seen him, but to be looking ab-
sentmindedly away, while he watched him out of the corner of
his eye. His heart was beating violently. Yet, it was evident that
Svidrigailov did not want to be seen. He took the pip>e out of
his mouth and was on the point of concealing himself, but as he
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