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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 459
getting rid of him. He has somehow heard of miy letter to you
and suspects something. It wasn't you who told him, of covirse,
but if not you, who then?"
"Well, we've turned the corner now," Dounia interrupted,
"and my brother won't see us. I have to tell you that I am
going no further with you. Speak to me here. You can tell it
all in the street."
"In the first place, I can't say it in the street; secondly, you
must hear Sofya Semyonovna too; and, thirdly, I will show you
some papers. . . . Oh well, if you won't agree to come with me,
I shall refuse to give any explanation and go away at once.
But I beg you not to forget that a very curious secret of your
beloved brother's is entirely in my keeping."
Dounia stood still, hesitating, and looked at Svidrigailov with
searching eyes.
"What are you afraid of?" he observed quietly. "The town
is not the country. And even in the country you did me more
harm than I did you."
"Have you prepared Sofya Semyonovna?"
"No, I have not said a word to her and am not quite certain
whether she is at home now. But most likely she is. She has
buried her stepmother to-day: she is not likely to go visiting
oh such a day. For the time I don't want to speak to any one
about it and I half regret having spoken to you. The slightest
indiscretion is as bad as betrayal in a thing like this. I live there
in that house, we are coming to it. That's the porter of our
house — he knows me very well; you see, he's bowing; he sees
I'm coming with a lady and no doubt he has noticed your face
already and you will be glad of that if you are afraid of me and
suspicious. Excuse my putting things so coarsely. I haven't
a flat to myself; Sofya Semyonovna's room is next to mine — she
lodges in the next flat. The whole floor is let out in lodgings.
Why are you frightened like a child? Am I really so terrible?"
Svidrigailov's lips were twisted in a condescending smile; but
he was in no smiling mood. His heart was throbbing and he
could scarcely breathe. He spoke rather loud to cover his grow-
ing excitement. But Dounia did not notice this peculiar excite-
ment, she was so irritated by his remark that she was frightened
of him like a child and that he was so terrible to her.
"Though I know that you are not a man ... of honour, I
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