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- 146 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"Why, if ever again . . . you dare to mention a single word
. . . about my mother ... I shall send you flying downstairs!"
"What's the matter with you?" cried Razumihin.
"So that's how it is?" Luzhin turned pale and bit his lip,
"Let me tell you, sir," he began deliberately, doing his utmost
to restrain himself but breathing hard, "at the first moment I
saw you you were ill-disposed to me, but I remained here on pur-
pose tofind out more. I could forgive a great deal in a sick man
and a connection, but you . . . never after this . . ."
"I am not ill," cried Raskolnikov.
"So much the worse . . ."
"Go to hell!"
But Luzhin was already leaving without finishing his speech,
squeezing between the table and the chair; Razumihin got
up this time to let him pass. Without glancing at any one, and
not even nodding to Zossimov, who had for some time been
making signs to him to let the sick man alone, he went out,
lifting his hat to the level of his shoulder to avoid crushing it
as he stooped to go out of the door. And even the curve of his
spine was expressive of the horrible insult he had received.
"How could you — how could you!" Raziunihin said, shak-
ing his head in perplexity.
"Let me alone — let me alone all of you!" Raskolnikov cried
in a frenzy. "Will you ever leave off tormenting me? I am not
afraid of you! I am not afraid of any one, any one now! Get
away from me! I want to be alone, alone, alone!"
"Come along," said Zossimov, nodding to Razumihin.
"But we can't leave him like this!"
"Come along," Zossimov repeated insistently, and he went
out. Razumihin thought a minute and ran to overtake him.
"It might be worse not to obey him," said Zossimov on the
stairs. "He mustn't be irritated."
"What's the matter with him?"
"If only he could get some favourable shock, that's whatwould do it! At first he was better. . . . You know he has
got something on his mind! Some fixed idea weighing on him.
... I am very much afraid so; he must have!"
"Perhaps it's that gentleman, Pyotr Petrovitch. From his
conversation I gather he is going to marry his sister, and that
he had received a letter about it just before his illness. . . ."
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