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- CHIME AND PUNISHMENT 117
head, raised him up and gave him tea in spoonfuls, again blow-
ing each spoonful steadily and earnestly, as though this process
was the principal and most effective means towards his friend's
recovery. Raskolnikov said nothing and made no resistance,
though he felt quite strong enough to sit up on the sofa with-
out support and could not merely have held a cup or a spoon,
but even perhaps could have walked about. But from some
queer, almost animal, cunning he conceived the idea of hiding
his strength and lying low for a time, pretending if necessary
not to be yet in full possession of his faculties, and meanwhile
listening to find out what was going on. Yet he could not
overcome his sense of repugnance. After sipping a dozen spoon-
fuls of tea, he suddenly released his head, pushed the spoon
away capriciously, and sank back on the pillow. There were
actually real pillows under his head now, down pillows in clean
cases, he observed that, too, and took note of it.
"Pashenka must give us some raspberry jam to-day to make
him some raspberry tea," said Razumihin, going back to his
chair and attacking his soup and beer again.
"And where is she to get raspberries for you?" asked Nas-
tasya, balancing a saucer on her five outspread fingers and
sipping tea through a lump of sugar.
"She'll get it at the shop, my dear. You see, Rodya, all sorts
of things have been happening while you have been laid up.
When you decamped in that rascally way without leaving your
address, I felt so angry that I resolved to find you out and
punish you. I set to work that very day. How I ran about
making inquiries for you! This lodging of yours I had forgot-
ten, though I never remembered it, indeed, because I did not
know it; and as for your old lodgings, I could only remember
it was at the Five Corners, Harlamov's house. I kept trying to
find that Harlamov's house, and afterwards it turned out that
it was not Harlamov's, but Buch's. How one muddles up
sound sometimes! So I lost my temper, and I went on the
chance to the address bureau next day, and only fancy, in two
minutes they looked you up! Your name is down there."
"My name!"
"I should think so; and yet a General Kobelev they could
not find while I was there. Well, it's a long story. But as soon
as I did land on this place, I soon got to kno^ all your affairs—'
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