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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 417
to be calm. We came in, you weren't here; she sat down, and
stayed ten minutes, while we stood waiting in silence. She got
up and said: 'If he's gone out, that is, if he is well, and has
forgotten his mother, it's humiliating and unseemly for his
mother to stand at his door begging for kindness.' She returned
home and took to her bed; now she is in a fever. 'I see,' she
said, 'that he has time for his girl.' She means by your girl Sofya
Semyonovna, your betrothed or your mistress, I don't know. I
went at cnce to Sofya Semyonovna's, for I wanted to know
what was going on. I looked round, I saw the coffin, the children
crying, and Sofya Semyonovna trying them on mourning
dresses. No sign of you. I apologised, came away, and reported to
Avdotya Romanovna. So that's all nonsense and you haven't got
a girl; the most likely thing is that you are mad. But here you
sit, guzzling boiled beef as though you'd not had a bite for
three days. Though as far as that goes, madmen eat too, but
though you have not said a word to me yet . . . you are not mad!
That I'd swear! Above all, you are not mad. So you may go
to hell, all of you, for there's some mystery, some secret about
it, and I don't intend to worry my brains over your secrets. So
I've simply come to swear at you," he finished, getting up, "to
relieve my mind. And I know what to do now."
"What do you mean to do now?"
"What business is it of yours what I mean to do?"
"You are going in for a drinking bout."
"How . . . how did you know?"
"Why, it's pretty plain."
Razumihin paused for a minute.
"You always have been a very rational person and you've
never been mad, never," he observed suddenly with warmth.
"You're right: I shall drink. Good-bye!"
And he moved to go out.
"I was talking with my sister — the day before yesterday I
think it was — about you, Razumihin."
"About me! But . . . where can you have seen her the day
before yesterday?" Razumihin stopped short and even turned
a little pale.
One could see that his heart was throbbing slowly and vio-
lently.
"She came here by herself, sat there and talked to me."
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