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- 434 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
before all to be the sun. "Why are you smiHng again? At my
being such a Schiller? I bet you're imagining that I am trying
to get round you by flattery. Well, perhaps I am, he-he-he! Per-
haps you'd better not believe my word, p)erhaps you'd better
never believe it altogether, — I'm made that way, I confess it.
But let me add, you can judge for yourself, I think, how far
t am a base sort of man and how far I am honest."
"When do you mean to arrest me?"
"Well, I can let you walk about another day or two. Think
it over, my dear fellow and pray to God. It's more in your inter-
est, believe me."
"And what if I run away?" asked Raskolnikov with a strangesmile.
"No, you won't run away. A peasant would run away, a
fashionable dissenter would run away, the flunkey of another
man's thought, for you've only to show him the end of your
little finger and he'll be ready to believe in anything for the rest
of his life. But you've ceased to believe in your theory already,
what will you run away with? And what would you do in
huding? It would be hateful and difficult for you, and what you
need more than anything in life is a definite position, an at-
mosphere tosuit you. And what sort of atmosphere would you
have? If you ran away, you'd come back to yourself. You can't
get on without us. And if I put you in prison, — say you've been
there a month, or two, or three — remember my word, you'll
confess of yourself and perhaps to your own surprise. You won't
know an hour beforehand that you are coming with a confes-
sion. Iam convinced that you will decide, 'to take your suffer-
ing.' You don't believe my words now, but you'll come to it of
yourself. For suflFering, Rodion Romanovitch, is a great thing.
Never mind my having grown fat, I know all the same. Don't
laugh at it, there's an idea in suffering, Nikolay is right. No,
you won't run away, Rodion Romanovitch."
Raskolnikov got up and took his cap. Porfiry Petrovitch also
rose.
"Are you going for a walk? The evening will be fine, if only
we don't have a storm. Though it would be a good thing to
freshen the air."
He too took his cap.
"Porfiry Petrovitch, please don't take up the notion that I
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