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- 290 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
to consider every desire of yours as a command? Let me tell
you on the contrary that you ought to show particular delicacy
and consideration for us now, because we have thrown up
everything, and have come here relying on you, and so we are
in any case in a sense in your hands."
"That is not quite true, Pulcheria Alexandrovna, especially
at the present moment, when the news has come of Marfa
Petrovna's legacy, which seems indeed very apropos, judging
from the new tone you take to me," he added sarcastically.
"Judging from that remark, we may certainly presume that
you were reckoning on our helplessness," Dounia observed irri-
tably.
"But now in any case I cannot reckon on it, and I particularly
desire not to hinder your discussion of the secret proposals of
Arkady Ivanovitch Svidrigailov, which he has entrusted to your
brother and which have, I perceive, a great and possibly a very
agreeable interest for you."
"Good heavens!" cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna.
Razumihin could not sit still on his chair.
"Aren't you ashamed now, sister?" asked Raskolnikov.
"I am ashamed, Rodya," said Dounia. "Pyotr Petrovitch,
go away," she turned to him, white with anger.
Pyotr Petrovitch had apparently not at all expected such a
conclusion. He had too much confidence in himself, in his power
and in the helplessness of his victims. He could not believe it
even now. He turned pale, and his lips quivered.
"Avdotya Romanovna, if I go out of this door now, after
such a dismissal, then, you may reckon on it, I will never come
back. Consider what you are doing. My word is not to be
shaken."
"What insolence!" cried Dounia, springing up from her seat.
"I don't want you to come back again."
"What! So that's how it stands!" cried Luzhin, utterly imable
to the last moment to believe in the rupture and so completely
thrown out of his reckoning now. "So that's how it stands! But
do you know, Avdotya Romanovna, that I might protest."
"What right have you to speak to her like that?" Pulcheria
Alexandrovna intervened hotly. "And what can you protest
about? What rights have you? Am I to give my Dounia to a
man like you? Go away, leave us altogether! We are to blame
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