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‘Who? You? Do you suppose you could catch him?

You’ve a tough job! A great point for you is whether a man is spending money or not. If he had no money and suddenly begins spending, he must be the man. So that any child can mislead you.’

‘The fact is they always do that, though,’ answered Zametov. ‘A man will commit a clever murder at the risk of his life and then at once he goes drinking in a tavern.

They are caught spending money, they are not all as cunning as you are. You wouldn’t go to a tavern, of course?’

Raskolnikov frowned and looked steadily at Zametov.

‘You seem to enjoy the subject and would like to know how I should behave in that case, too?’ he asked with displeasure.

‘I should like to,’ Zametov answered firmly and seriously. Somewhat too much earnestness began to appear in his words and looks.

‘Very much?’

‘Very much!’

‘All right then. This is how I should behave,’

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should have done. I should have taken the money and jewels, I should have walked out of there and have gone straight to some deserted place with fences round it and scarcely anyone to be seen, some kitchen garden or place of that sort. I should have looked out beforehand some stone weighing a hundredweight or more which had been lying in the corner from the time the house was built. I would lift that stone—there would sure to be a hollow under it, and I would put the jewels and money in that hole. Then I’d roll the stone back so that it would look as before, would press it down with my foot and walk away.

And for a year or two, three maybe, I would not touch it.

And, well, they could search! There’d be no trace.’

‘You are a madman,’ said Zametov, and for some reason he too spoke in a whisper, and moved away from Raskolnikov, whose eyes were glittering. He had turned fearfully pale and his upper lip was twitching and quivering. He bent down as close as possible to Zametov, and his lips began to move without uttering a word. This lasted for half a minute; he knew what he was doing, but could not restrain himself. The terrible word trembled on his lips, like the latch on that door; in another moment it will break out, in another moment he will let it go, he will speak out.

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‘And what if it was I who murdered the old woman and Lizaveta?’ he said suddenly and—realised what he had done.

Zametov looked wildly at him and turned white as the tablecloth. His face wore a contorted smile.

‘But is it possible?’ he brought out faintly. Raskolnikov looked wrathfully at him.

‘Own up that you believed it, yes, you did?’

‘Not a bit of it, I believe it less than ever now,’

Zametov cried hastily.

‘I’ve caught my cock-sparrow! So you did believe it before, if now you believe less than ever?’

‘Not at all,’ cried Zametov, obviously embarrassed.

‘Have you been frightening me so as to lead up to this?’

‘You don’t believe it then? What were you talking about behind my back when I went out of the police-office? And why did the explosive lieutenant question me after I fainted? Hey, there,’ he shouted to the waiter, getting up and taking his cap, ‘how much?’

‘Thirty copecks,’ the latter replied, running up.

‘And there is twenty copecks for vodka. See what a lot of money!’ he held out his shaking hand to Zametov with notes in it. ‘Red notes and blue, twenty-five roubles.

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come from? You know I had not a copeck. You’ve cross-examined my landlady, I’ll be bound…. Well, that’s enough! Assez causé! Till we meet again!’

He went out, trembling all over from a sort of wild hysterical sensation, in which there was an element of insufferable rapture. Yet he was gloomy and terribly tired.

His face was twisted as after a fit. His fatigue increased rapidly. Any shock, any irritating sensation stimulated and revived his energies at once, but his strength failed as quickly when the stimulus was removed.

Zametov, left alone, sat for a long time in the same place, plunged in thought. Raskolnikov had unwittingly worked a revolution in his brain on a certain point and had made up his mind for him conclusively.

‘Ilya Petrovitch is a blockhead,’ he decided.

Raskolnikov had hardly opened the door of the

restaurant when he stumbled against Razumihin on the steps. They did not see each other till they almost knocked against each other. For a moment they stood looking each other up and down. Razumihin was greatly astounded, then anger, real anger gleamed fiercely in his eyes.

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beat Nastasya on your account. And here he is after all.

Rodya! What is the meaning of it? Tell me the whole truth! Confess! Do you hear?’

‘It means that I’m sick to death of you all and I want to be alone,’ Raskolnikov answered calmly.

‘Alone? When you are not able to walk, when your face is as white as a sheet and you are gasping for breath!

Idiot! … What have you been doing in the Palais de Cristal? Own up at once!’

‘Let me go!’ said Raskolnikov and tried to pass him.

This was too much for Razumihin; he gripped him firmly by the shoulder.

‘Let you go? You dare tell me to let you go? Do you know what I’ll do with you directly? I’ll pick you up, tie you up in a bundle, carry you home under my arm and lock you up!’

‘Listen, Razumihin,’ Raskolnikov began quietly, apparently calm— ‘can’t you see that I don’t want your benevolence? A strange desire you have to shower benefits on a man who … curses them, who feels them a burden in fact! Why did you seek me out at the beginning of my illness? Maybe I was very glad to die. Didn’t I tell you plainly enough to-day that you were torturing me, that I was … sick of you! You seem to want to torture people! I 305 of 967

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assure you that all that is seriously hindering my recovery, because it’s continually irritating me. You saw Zossimov went away just now to avoid irritating me. You leave me alone too, for goodness’ sake! What right have you, indeed, to keep me by force? Don’t you see that I am in possession of all my faculties now? How, how can I persuade you not to persecute me with your kindness? I may be ungrateful, I may be mean, only let me be, for God’s sake, let me be! Let me be, let me be!’

He began calmly, gloating beforehand over the

venomous phrases he was about to utter, but finished, panting for breath, in a frenzy, as he had been with Luzhin.

Razumihin stood a moment, thought and let his hand drop.

‘Well, go to hell then,’ he said gently and thoughtfully.

‘Stay,’ he roared, as Raskolnikov was about to move.

‘Listen to me. Let me tell you, that you are all a set of babbling, posing idiots! If you’ve any little trouble you brood over it like a hen over an egg. And you are plagiarists even in that! There isn’t a sign of independent life in you! You are made of spermaceti ointment and you’ve lymph in your veins instead of blood. I don’t believe in anyone of you! In any circumstances the first 306 of 967

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thing for all of you is to be unlike a human being! Stop!’

he cried with redoubled fury, noticing that Raskolnikov was again making a movement—‘hear me out! You know I’m having a house-warming this evening, I dare say they’ve arrived by now, but I left my uncle there—I just ran in—to receive the guests. And if you weren’t a fool, a common fool, a perfect fool, if you were an original instead of a translation … you see, Rodya, I recognise you’re a clever fellow, but you’re a fool!—and if you weren’t a fool you’d come round to me this evening instead of wearing out your boots in the street! Since you have gone out, there’s no help for it! I’d give you a snug easy chair, my landlady has one … a cup of tea, company…. Or you could lie on the sofa—any way you would be with us…. Zossimov will be there too. Will you come?’

‘No.’

‘R-rubbish!’ Razumihin shouted, out of patience.

‘How do you know? You can’t answer for yourself! You don’t know anything about it…. Thousands of times I’ve fought tooth and nail with people and run back to them afterwards…. One feels ashamed and goes back to a man!

So remember, Potchinkov’s house on the third storey….’

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‘Why, Mr. Razumihin, I do believe you’d let anybody beat you from sheer benevolence.’

‘Beat? Whom? Me? I’d twist his nose off at the mere idea! Potchinkov’s house, 47, Babushkin’s flat….’

‘I shall not come, Razumihin.’ Raskolnikov turned and walked away.

‘I bet you will,’ Razumihin shouted after him. ‘I refuse to know you if you don’t! Stay, hey, is Zametov in there?’

‘Yes.’

‘Did you see him?’

‘Yes.’

‘Talked to him?’

‘Yes.’

‘What about? Confound you, don’t tell me then.

Potchinkov’s house, 47, Babushkin’s flat, remember!’

Raskolnikov walked on and turned the corner into Sadovy Street. Razumihin looked after him thoughtfully.

Then with a wave of his hand he went into the house but stopped short of the stairs.

‘Confound it,’ he went on almost aloud. ‘He talked sensibly but yet … I am a fool! As if madmen didn’t talk sensibly! And this was just what Zossimov seemed afraid of.’ He struck his finger on his forehead. ‘What if … how could I let him go off alone? He may drown himself….

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Ach, what a blunder! I can’t.’ And he ran back to overtake Raskolnikov, but there was no trace of him. With a curse he returned with rapid steps to the Palais de Cristal to question Zametov.

Raskolnikov walked straight to X—— Bridge, stood in the middle, and leaning both elbows on the rail stared into the distance. On parting with Razumihin, he felt so much weaker that he could scarcely reach this place. He longed to sit or lie down somewhere in the street. Bending over the water, he gazed mechanically at the last pink flush of the sunset, at the row of houses growing dark in the gathering twilight, at one distant attic window on the left bank, flashing as though on fire in the last rays of the setting sun, at the darkening water of the canal, and the water seemed to catch his attention. At last red circles flashed before his eyes, the houses seemed moving, the passers-by, the canal banks, the carriages, all danced before his eyes. Suddenly he started, saved again perhaps from swooning by an uncanny and hideous sight. He became aware of someone standing on the right side of him; he looked and saw a tall woman with a kerchief on her head, with a long, yellow, wasted face and red sunken eyes. She was looking straight at him, but obviously she saw nothing and recognised no one. Suddenly she leaned her right 309 of 967

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hand on the parapet, lifted her right leg over the railing, then her left and threw herself into the canal. The filthy water parted and swallowed up its victim for a moment, but an instant later the drowning woman floated to the surface, moving slowly with the current, her

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