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- 216 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
'In that sense we are certainly all not infrequently like mad-
men, but with the slight difference that the deranged are some-
what madder, for we must draw a line. A normal man, it is
true, hardly exists. Among dozens — ^perhaps hundreds of thou-
sands— hardly one is to be met with."
At the word "madman," carelessly dropped by Zossimov
in his chatter on his favourite subject, every one frowned.
Raskolnikov sat seeming not to pay attention, plunged in
thought with a strange smile on his pale lips. He was still medi-
tating on something.
"Well, what about the man who was run over? I interrupted
you!" Raziunihin cried hastily.
"What?" Raskolnikov seemed to wake up. "Oh ... I got
spattered with blood helping to carry him to his lodging. By
the way, mamma, I did an impardonable thing yesterday. I was
literally out of my mind. I gave away all the money you sent
me. ... to his wife for the funeral. She's a widow now, in
consumption, a poor creature . . . three little children, starving
. . . nothing in the house . . . there's a daughter, too . . . perhaps
you'd have given it yourself if you'd seen them. But I had no
right to do it I admit, especially as I knew how you needed the
money yourself. To help others one must have the right to do
it, or else Crevez, chiens, si vous n'etes pas contents." He
laughed, "That's right, isn't it Dounia?"
"No, it's not," answered Dounia firmly.
"Bah! you, too, have ideals," he muttered, looking at her
almost with hatred, and smiling sarcastically. "I ought to have
considered that. . . . Well, that's praiseworthy, and it's better
for you . . . and if you reach a line you won't overstep, you
will be unhappy . . . and if you overstep it, maybe you will
be still unhappier. . . . But all that's nonsense," he added irri-
tably, vexed at being carried away. "I only meant to say that I
beg your forgiveness, mother," he concluded, shortly and
abruptly.
"That's enough, Rodya, I am sure that everything you do is
very good," said his mother, delighted.
"Don't be too sure," he answered, twisting his mouth into
a smile.
A silence followed. There was a certain constraint in all
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