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- 230 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"Why, that Sof ya Semyonovna, who was there just now."
"Why?"
"I have a presentiment, Dounia. Well, you may believe it or
not, but as soon as she came in, that very minute, I felt that
she was the chief cause of the trouble. . . ."
"Nothing of the sort!" cried Dounia, in vexation. "What
nonsense, with your presentiments, mother! He only made her
acquaintance the evening before, and he did not know her when
she came in."
"Well, you will see. . . . She worries me; but you will see,
you will see! I was so frightened. She was gazing at me with
those eyes. I could scarcely sit still in my chair when he began
introducing her, do you remember? It seems so strange, but
Pyotr Petrovitch writes like that about her, and he introduces
her to us — to you! So he must think a great deal of her."
"People will write anything. We were talked about and
written about, too. Have you forgotten? I am sure that she
is a good girl, and that it is all nonsense."
"God grant it may be!"
"And Pyotr Petrovitch is a contemptible slanderer," Dounia
snapped out, suddenly.
Pulcheria Alexandrovna was crushed; the conversation was
not resumed.
"I will tell you what I want with you," said Raskolnikov,
drawing Razumihin to the window.
"Then I will tell Katerina Ivanovna that you are coming,"
Sonia said hurriedly, preparing to depart.
"One minute, Sofya Semyonovna. We have no secrets. You
are not in our way. I want to have another word or two with
you. Listen!" he turned suddenly to Razumihin again. "You
know that . . . what's his name . . . Porfiry Petrovitch?"
"I should think so! He is a relation. Why?" added the latter,with interest.
"Is not he managing that case . . . you know about that miu:-
der? . . . You were speaking about it yesterday."
"Yes . . . well?" Razumihin's eyes opened wide.
"He was inquiring for people who had pawned things, and
I have some pledges there, too — trifles — a ring my sister gave
me as a keepsake when I left home, and my father's silver watch
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