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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 209
me knowing what pains you were at to raise that sum. Herewith
expressing my special respect to your estimable daughter, Av-
dotya Romanovna, I beg you to accept the respectful homage
of "Your humble servant,
"P. LUZHIN."
"What am I to do now, Dmitri Prokofitch?" began Pulcheria
Alexandrovna, almost weeping. "How can I ask Rodya not to
come? Yesterday he insisted so earnestly on our refusing Pyotr
Petrovitch and now we are ordered not to receive Rodya! He
will come on purpose if he knows, and . . . what will happen
then?"
"Act on Avdotya Romanovna's decision," Razumihin an-
swered calmly at once.
"Oh, dear me! She says . . . goodness knows what she says,
she doesn't explain her object! She says that it would be best,
at least, not that it would be best, but that it's absolutely
necessary that Rodya should make a point of being here at eight
o'clock and that they must meet. ... I didn't want even to
show him the letter, but to prevent him from coming by some
stratagem with your help . . . because he is so irritable. . . .
Besides I don't understand about that drunkard who died and
that daughter, and how he could have given the daughter all
the money . . . which . . ."
"Which cost you such sacrifice, mother," put in AvdotyaRomanovna.
"He was not himself yesterday," Raziunihin said thought-
fully, "if you only knew what he was up to in a restaurant
yesterday, though there was sense in it too. . . . Hm! He did
say something, as we were going home yesterday evening, about
a dead man and a girl, but I didn't understand a word. . . .
But last night I myself . . ."
"The best thing, mother, will be for us to go to him ourselves
and there I assure you we shall see at once what's to be done.
Besides, it's getting late — good heavens, it's past ten," she cried
looking at a splendid gold enamelled watch which hung round
her neck on a thin Venetian chain, and looked entirely out of
keeping with the rest of her dress. "A present from her fiance,"
thought Razumihin.
"We must start, Dounia, we must start," her mother cried in
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