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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 195
down the room with her arms folded, lost in thought. This
walking up and down when she was thinking was a habit of
Avdotya Romanovna's and the mother was always afraid to
break in on her daughter's mood at such moments.
Razumihin, of course, was ridiculous in his sudden drunken
infatuation for Avdotya Romanovna, Yet apart from his eccen-
tric condition, many people would have thought it justified if
they had seen Avdotya Romanovna, especially at that moment
when she was walking to and fro with folded arms, pensive and
melancholy. Avdotya Romanovna was remarkably good look-
ing; she was tall, strikingly well-proportioned, strong and self-
reliant — the latter quality was apparent in very gesture, though
it did not in the least detract from the grace and softness of
her movements. In face she resembled her brother, but she
might be described as really beautiful. Her hair was dark
brown, a little lighter than her brother's; there was a proud
light in her almost black eyes and yet at times a look of extraor-
dinary kindness. She was pale, but it was a healthy pallor; her
face was radiant with freshness and vigour. Her mouth was
rather small; the full red lower lip projected a little as did her
chin; it was the only irregularity in her beautiful face, but it
gave it a peculiarly individual and almost haughty expression.
Her face was always more serious and thoughtful than gay; but
how well smiles, how well youthful, lighthearted, irresponsible,
laughter suited her face! It was natural enough that a warm,
open, simple-hearted, honest giant like Razumihin, who had
never seen any one like her and was not quite sober at the time,
should lose his head immediately. Besides, as chance would have
it, he saw Dounia for the first time transfigured by her love for
her brother and her joy at meeting him. Afterwards he saw hei
lower lip quiver with indignation at her brother's insolent, cruel
and ungrateful words — and his fate was sealed.
He had spoken the truth, moreover, when he blurted out in
his drunken talk on the stairs that Praskovya Pavlovna, Raskoi-
nikov's eccentric landlady, would be jealous of Pulcheria Alex-
androvna as well as of Avdotya Romanovna on his account.
Although Pulcheria Alexandrovna was forty-three, her face still
retained traces of her former beauty; she looked much younger
than her age, indeed, which is almost always the case with
women who retain serenity of spirit, sensitiveness and pure
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