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- 466 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
ovna is not at home. The Kapernaumovs are far away — there
are five locked rooms between. I am at least twice as strong as
you are and 1 have nothing to tear, besides. For you could not
complain afterwards. You surely would not be willing actually
to betray your brother? Besides, no one would believe you. How
should a girl have come alone to visit a solitary man in his
lodgings? So that even if you do sacrifice your brother, you
could prove nothing. It is very difficult to prove an assault,
Avdotya Romanovna."
"Scoundrel!" whispered Dounia indignantly.
"As you like, but observe I was only speaking by way of a
general proposition. It's my personal conviction that you are
perfectly right — violence is hateful. I only spoke to show you
that you need have no remorse even if . . . you were willing to
save your brother of your own accord, as I suggest to you. You
would be simply submitting to circumstances, co violence, in
fact, if we must use that word. Think about it. Your brother's
and your mother's fate are in your hands. I will be your slave
... all my life. ... I will wait here."
SvidrigaKlov sat down on the sofa about eight steps from
Dounia. She had not the slightest doubt now of his unbending
determination. Besides, she knew him. Suddenly she pulled out
of her pocket a revolver, cocked it and laid it in her hand on
the table. Svidrigailov jumped up.
"Aha! So that's it, is it?" he cried, surprised but smiling
maliciously. "Well, that completely alters the aspect of affairs.
You've made things wonderfully easier for me, Avdotya Ro-
manovna. But where did you get the revolver? Was it Mr.
Razumihin? Why, it's my revolver, an old friend! And how
I've hunted for it! The shooting lessons I've given you in the
country have not been thrown away."
"It's not your revolver, it belonged to Marfa Petrovna, whom
you killed, wretch! There was nothing of yours in her house. I
took it when I began to suspect what you were capable of. If
you dare to advance one step, I swear I'll kill you." She wasfrantic.
"But your brother? I ask from curiosity," said Svidrigailov,
still standing where he was.
"Inform, if you want to! Don't stir! Don't come nearer! I'll
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