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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 291
for having agreed to a wrong action, and I above all, . . ."
"But you have bound me, Pulcheria Alexandrovna," Luzhin
stormed in a frenzy, "by your promise, and now you deny it and
. . . besides ... I have been led on account of that into ex-
penses. .. ."
This last complaint was so characteristic of Pyotr Petrovitch,
that Raskolnikov, pale with anger and with the effort of re-
straining it,could not help breaking into laughter. But Pul-
cheria Alexandrovna was furious.
"Expenses? What expenses? Are you speaking of our trunk?
But the conductor brought it for nothing for you. Mercy on
us, we have bound you! What are you thinking about, Pyotr
Petrovitch, it was you bound us, hand and foot, not we!"
"Enough, mother, no more please," Avdotya Romanovna
implored. "Pyotr Petrovitch, do be kind and go!"
"I am going, but one last word," he said, quite unable to
control himself. "Your mamma seems to have entirely forgotten
that I made up my mind to take you, so to speak, after the
gossip of the town had spread all over the district in regard to
your reputation. Disregarding public opinion for your sake and
reinstating your reputation, I certainly might very well reckon
on a fitting return, and might indeed look for gratitude on your
part. And my eyes have only now been opened! I see myself
that I may have acted very, very recklessly in disregarding the
universal verdict. . . ."
"Does the fellow want his head smashed?" cried Razumihin,
jumping up.
"You are a mean and spiteful man!" cried Dounia.
"Not a word! Not a movement!" cried Raskolnikov, holding
Razumihin back; then going close up to Luzhin, "kindly leave
the room!" he said quietly and distinctly, "and not a word
more or . . ."
Pyotr Petrovitch gazed at him for some seconds with a pale
face that worked with anger, then he turned, went out, and
rarely has any man carried away in his heart such vindictive
hatred as he felt against Raskolnikov. Him, and him alone, he
blamed for everything. It is noteworthy that as he went down-
stairs hestill imagined that his case was perhaps not utterly lost,
and that, so far as the ladies were concerned, all might "very
well indeed" be set right again.
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