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- 190 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
Size his arguments, he squeezed their hands painfully as in a vice.
He stared at Avdotya Romanovna without the least regard for
good manners. They sometimes pulled their hands out of his
huge bony paws, but far from noticing what was the matter,
he drew them all the closer to him. If they'd told him to jump
head foremost from the staircase, he would have done it with-
out thought or hesitation in their service. Though Pulcheria
Alexandrovna felt that the young man was really too eccentric
and pinched her hand too much, in her anxiety over her Rodya
she looked on his presence as providential, and was unwilling to
notice all his peculiarities. But though Avdotya Romanovna
shared her anxiety, and was not of timorous disposition, she
could not see the glowing light in his eyes without wonder and
almost alarm. It was ontly the unbounded confidence inspired by
Nastasya's account of her brother's queer friend, which pre-
vented her from trying to run away from him, and to persuade
her mother to do the same. She realised, too, that even running
away was perhaps impossible now. Ten minutes later, however,
she was considerably reassured; it was characteristic of Razu-
mihin that he showed his true nature at once, whatever mood he
might be in, so that people quickly saw the sort of man they
had to deal with.
"You can't go to the landlady, that's perfect nonsense!" he
cried. "If you stay, though you are his mother, you'll drive him
to a frenzy, and then goodness knows what will happen! Listen,
I'll tell you what I'll do: Nastasya will stay with him now, and
I'll conduct you both home, you can't be in the streets alone;
Petersburg is an awful place in that way . . . But no matter!
Then I'll run straight back here and a quarter of an hour later,
on my word of honour, I'll bring you news how he is, whether
he is asleep, and all that. Then, listen! Then I'll run home in a
twinkUng — I've a lot of friends there, all drunk — I'll fetch Zos-
simov — that's the doctor who is looking after him, he is there,
too, but he is not drunk; he is not drunk, he is never drunk!
I'll drag him to Rodya, and then to you, so that you'll get two
reports in the hour — from the doctor, you understand, from the
doctor himself, that's a very different thing from my account of
him! If there's anything wrong, I swear I'll bring you here
myself, but, if it's all right, you go to bed. And I'll spend the
night here, in the passage, he won't hear me. and I'll tell Zos-
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