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- 440 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
are few places where there are so many gloomy, strong and
queer influences on the soul of man as in Petersburg. The mere
influences of climate mean so much. And it's the administrative
centre of all Russia and its character must be reflected on the
whole country. But that is neither here nor there now. The
point is that I have several times watched you. You walk out
of your house — holding your head high — twenty paces from
home you let it sink, and fold your hands behind your back. You
look and evidently see nothing before nor beside you. At last you
begin moving your lips and talking to yourself, and sometimes
you wave one hand and declaim, and at last stand still in the
middle of the road. That's not at all the thing. Some one may
be watching you besides me, and it won't do you any good. It's
nothing really to do with me and I can't cure you, but, of
course, you understand me."
"Do you know that I am being followed?" asked Raskol-
nikov, looking inquisitively at him.
"No, I know nothing about it," said Svidrigai'lov, seeming
surprised.
"Well, then, let us leave me alone,*^ Raskolnikov muttered,
frowning.
"Very good, let us leave you alone."
"You had better tell me, if you come here to drink, and
directed me twice to come here to you, why did you hide, and
try to get away just now when I looked at the window from the
street? I saw it."
"He-he! And why was it you lay on your sofa with closed
eyes and pretended to be asleep, though you were wide awake
while I stood in your doorway? I saw it."
"I may have had . . . reasons. You know that yourself."
"And I may have had my reasons, though you don't know
them."Raskolnikov dropped his right elbow on the table, leaned his
chin in the fingers of his right hand, and stared intently at
Svidgrigailov. For a full minute he scrutinised his face, which
had impressed him before. It was a strange face, like a mask;
white and red, with bright red lips, with a flaxen beard, and still
thick flaxen hair. His eyes were somehow too blue and their ex-
pression somehow too heavy and fixed. There was something
awfully unpleasant in that handsome face, which looked so
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