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- 418 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"She did!"
"Yes."
"What did you say to her ... I mean, about me?"
"I told her you were a very good, honest, and industrious man.
I didn't tell her you love her, because she knows that herself."
"She knows that herself?"
"Well, it's pretty plain. "Wherever I might go, whatever hap-
pened to me, you would remain to look after them. I, so to
speak, give them into your keeping, Razumihin. I say this be-
cause Iknow quite well how you love her, and am convinced of
the purity of your heart. I know that she too may love you and
perhaps does love you already. Now decide for yourself, as you
know best, whether you need go in for a drinking bout or not."
"Rodya! You see . . . well. . . . Ach, damn it! But where do
you mean to go? Of course, if it's all a secret, never mind. . . .But I ... I shall find out the secret . . . and I am sure that it
must be some ridiculous nonsense and that you've made it all up.
Anyway you are a capital fellow, a capital fellow!" . . .
"That was just what I wanted to add, only you interrupted,
that that was a very good decision of yours not to find out these
secrets. Leave it to time, don't worry about it. You'll know it
all in time when it must be. Yesterday a man said to me that
what a man needs is fresh air, fresh air, fresh air. I mean to go to
him directly to find out what he meant by that."
Razumihin stood lost in thought and excitement, making a
silent conclusion.
"He's a political conspirator! He must be. And he's on the
eve of some desperate step, that's certain. It can only be that!
And . . . and Dounia knows," he thought suddenly.
"So Avdotya Romanovna comes to see you," he said, weigh-
ing each syllable, "and yoif're going to see a man who says we
, need more air, and so of course that letter . . . that too must have
something to do with it," he concluded to himself.
"What letter?"
"She got a letter to-day. It upset her very much — very much
indeed. Too much so. I began speaking of you, she begged me
not to. Then . . . then she said that perhaps we should very soon
have to part . . . then she began warmly thanking me for
something; then she went to her room and locked herself in."
"She got a letter?" Raskolnikov asked thoughtfully.
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