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- 420 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
drunk, Rodya! Good-bye, I'm going. I'll come again very soon."He went out.
"He's a political conspirator, there's not a doubt about it,"
Razumihin decided, as he slowly descended the stairs. "And
he's drawn his sister in; that's quite, quite in keeping with
Avdotya Romanovna's character. There are interviews between
them! . , . She hinted at it too. . . So many of her words . . .
and hints . . . bear that meaning! And how else can all this
tangle be explained? Hm! And I was almost thinking . . . Good
heavens, what I thought! Yes, I took leave of my senses and I
wronged him! It was his doing, under the lamp in the corndor
that day. Pfoo! What a crude, nasty, vile idea on my part!
Nikolay is a brick, for confessing. . . . And how clear it all i.s
now! His illness then, all his strange actions . . . before this, in
the university, how morose he used to be, how gloomy. . . . But
what's the meaning now of that letter? There's something in
that, too, perhaps. Whom was it from? I suspect . . . ! No, I
must find out!"
He thought of Dounia, realising all he had heard and his heart
throbbed, and he suddenly broke into a run.
As soon as Razumihin went out, Raskolnikov got up, turned
to the window, walked into one corner and then into another,
as though forgetting the smallness of his room, and sat down
again on the sofa. He felt, so to speak, renewed; again the
struggle, so a means of escape had come.
"Yes, a means of escape had come! It had been too stifling,
too cramping, the burden had been too agonising. A lethargy
had come upon him at times. From the moment of the scene
with Nikolay at Porfiry's he had been suffocating, penned in
without hope of escape. After Nikolay's confession, on that
very day had come the scene with Sonia; his behaviour and his
last words had been utterly unlike anything he could have
imagined beforehand; he had grown feebler, instantly and fun-
damentally! And he had agreed at the time with Sonia, he had
agreed in his heart he could not go on living alone with such a
thing on his mind!
"And Svidrigailov was a riddle . . . He worried him, that
was tnie, but somehow not on the same point. He might still
have a struggle to come with Svidrigailov. Svidrigailov, too,
/ light be a means of escape; but Porfiry was a different matter.
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