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- 138 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
Nastasya and you are so crowded. Nastasya, make room. Here's
a chair, thread your way in!"
He moved his chair back from the table, made a little space
between the table and his knees, and waited in a rather cramped
position for the visitor to "thread his way in." The minute was
so chosen that it was impossible to refuse, and the visitor
squeezed his way through, hurrying and stumbling. Reaching
the chair, he sat down, looking suspiciously at Razumihin.
"No need to be nervous," the latter blurted out. "Rodya has
been ill for the last five days and delirious for three, but now
he is recovering and has got an appetite. This is his doctor, who
has just had a look at him. I am a comrade of Rodya's, like him,
formerly a student, and now I am nursing him; so don't you
take any notice of us, but go on with your business."
"Thank you. But shall I not disturb the invalid by my
presence and conversation?" Pyotr Petrovitch asked of Zos-simov.
"N-no," mumbled Zossimov; "you may amuse him." He
yawned again.
"He has been consciovis a long time, since the morning,"
went on Razvmiihin, whose familiarity seemed so much like
unaffected good-nature that Pyotr Petrovitch began to be more
cheerful, partly, perhaps, because this shabby and impudent
person had introduced himself as a student.
"Your mamma," began Luzhin.
"Hm!" Razumihin cleared his throat loudly. Luzhin looked
at him inquiringly.
"That's all right, go on."
Luzhin shrugged his shoulder^.
"Your mamma had commenced a letter to you while I was
sojourning in her neighbourhood. On my arrival here I purposely
allowed a few days to elapse before coming to see you, in order
that I might be fully assured that you were in full possession of
the tidings; but now, to my astonishment . . ."
"I know, I know!" Raskolnikov cried suddenly with impa-
tient vexation. "So you are the fiance? I know, and that's
enough!"
There was no doubt about Pyotr Petrovitch's being offended
this time, but he said nothing. He made a violent eflfort to
understand what it all meant. There was a moment's silence.
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