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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 193
"Yes, yes . . . though I don't agree with you in everything,"
added Avdotya Romanovna earnestly and at once uttered a cry,
for he squeezed her hand so painfully.
"Yes, you say yes . . . well after that you . . . you . . ." he
cried in a transport, "you are a fount of goodness, purity, sense
. . . and perfection. Give me your hand . . . you give me yours,
too! I want to kiss your hands here at once, on my knees . . ."
and he fell on his knees on the pavement, fortunately at that
time deserted.
"Leave off, I entreat you, what are you doing?" Pulcheria
Alexandrovna cried, greatly distressed.
"Get up, get up!" said Dounia laughing, though she, too,
was upset.
"Not for anything till you let me kiss your hands! That's
it! Enough! I get up and we'll go on! I am a luckless fool, I am
unworthy of you and drunk . . . and I am ashamed. ... I am not
worthy to love you, but to do homage to you is the duty of every
man who is not a perfect beast! And I've done homage. . . .
Here are your lodgings, and for that alone Rodya was right in
driving your Pyotr Petrovitch away. . . . How dare he! how dare
he put you in such lodgings! It's a scandal! Do you know the
sort of people they take in here? And you his betrothed! You
are his betrothed? Yes? Well, then, I'll tell you, your fiance is a
scoundrel."
"Excuse mcr Mr. Razumihin, you are forgetting . . ." Pul-
cheria Alexandrovna was beginning.
"Yes, yes, you are right, I did forget myself, I am ashamed
of it," Razumihin made haste to apologise. "But . . . but you
can't be angry with me for speaking so! For I speak sincerely
and not because . . . hm, hm! That would be disgraceful; in fact
not because I'm in . . . hm! Well, anyway I won't say why,
I daren't. . . . But we all saw to-day when he came in that thatman is not of our sort. Not because he had his hair curled at the
barber's, not because he was in such a hurry to show his wit,
but because he is a spy, a speculator, because he is a skinflint
and a buffoon. That's evident. Do you think him clever? No, he
is a fool, a fool. And is he a match for you? Good heavens! Do
you see, ladies?" he stopped suddenly on the way upstairs to their
rooms, "though all my friends there are drunk, yet they are all
honest, and though we do talk a lot of trash, and I do, too, yet
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