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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 213
an intelligent man, and must have observed yourself, of course.
I fancy the first stage of your derangement coincides with your
leaving the university. You must not be left without occupa-
tion, and so, work and a definite aim set before you might, I
fancy, be very beneficial."
"Yes, yes; you are perfectly right. ... I will make haste
and return to the university: and then everything will go
smoothly. ..."
Zossimov, who had begun his sage advice partly to make an
effect before the ladies, was certainly somewhat mystified, when,
glancing at his patient, he observed unmistakable mockery on
his face. This lasted an instant, however. Pulcheria Alexan-
drovna began at once thanking Zossimov, especially for his
visit to their lodging the previous night.
"What! he saw you last night?" Raskolnikov asked, as though
startled. "Then you have not slept either after your journey."
"Ach^ Rodya, that was only till two o'clock. Dounia and 1
never go to bed before two at home."
"I don't know how to thank him either," Raskolnikov went
on suddenly frowning and looking down. "Setting aside the
question of payment — forgive me for referring to it (he turned
to Zossimov) — I really don't know what I have done to deserve
such special atttention from you! I simply don't understand
it . . . and . . . and ... it weighs upon me, indeed, because I
don't understand it. I tell you so candidly."
"Don't be irritated." Zossimov forced himself to laugh.
"Assiime that you are my first patient — well — we fellows just
beginning to practise love our first patients as if they were our
children, and some almost fall in love with them." And, of course,
I am not rich in patients."
"I say nothing about him," added Raskolnikov, pointing to
Razumihin, "though he has had nothing from me either but
insult and trouble."
"What nonsense he is talking! Why, you are in a sentimental
mood to-day, are you?" shouted Razumihin.
If he had had more penetration he would have seen that thtre
was no trace of sentimentality in him, but something indeed
quite the opposite. But Avdotya Romanovna noticed it. She
was intently and uneasily watching her brother.
"As for you, mother, I don't dare to speak," he went on, xs
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