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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 145
hotir Struck,* and every man showed himself in his true col-
ours."
"But morality? And so to speak, principles . . ."
"But why do you worry about it?" Raskolnikov interposed
suddenly. "It's in accordance with your theory!"
"In accordance with my theory?"
"Why, carry out logically the theory you were advocating
just now, and it follows that people may be killed . . ."
"Upon my word!" cried Luzhin.
"No, that's not so," put in Zossimov.
Raskolnikov lay with a white face and twitching upper lip,
breathing painfully.
"There's a measure in all things," Luzhin went on supercil-
iously, "Economic ideas are not an incitement to murder, and
one has but to suppose ..."
"And is it true," Raskolnikov interposed once more suddenly,
again in a voice quivering with fury and delight in insulting
him, "is it true that you told your fiancee . . . within an hour
of her acceptance, that what pleased you most . . . was that
she was a beggar . . . because it was better to raise a wife from
poverty, so that you may have complete control over her, and
reproach her with your being her benefactor?"
"Upon my word," Luzhin cried wrathfully and irritably,
crimson with confusion, "to distort my words in this way! Ex-
cuse me, allow me to assure you that the report which has
reached you, or rather let me say, has been conveyed to you,
has no foundation in truth, and I . . . suspect who ... in a
word , . . this arrow ... in a word, your mamma . . . She
seemed to me in other things, with all her excellent qualities, of
a somewhat highflown and romantic way of thinking. . . . But
I was a thousand miles from supposing that she would mis-
understand and misrepresent things in so fanciful a way. . . .
And indeed . . . indeed ..."
"I tell you what," cried Raskolnikov, raising himself on his
pillow and fixing his piercing, glittering eyes upon him, "I tell
you what." ,
"What?" Luzhin stood still, waiting with a defiant and of-fended face. Silence lasted for some seconds.
* The emancipation of the serfs in 1861 is meant. — Translator'sNote.
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