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of me; how could she fail to confide in such a delightful new friend? I expect they talked of nothing else but me and no doubt Avdotya Romanovna heard all those dark mysterious rumours that were current about me.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ I donā€™t mind betting that you too have heard something of the sort already?ā€

ā€œI have. Luzhin charged you with having caused the death of a child. Is that true?ā€

ā€œDonā€™t refer to those vulgar tales, I beg,ā€ said SvidrigaĆÆlov with disgust and annoyance. ā€œIf you insist on wanting to know about all that idiocy, I will tell you one day, but nowā ā€Šā ā€¦ā€

ā€œI was told too about some footman of yours in the country whom you treated badly.ā€

ā€œI beg you to drop the subject,ā€ SvidrigaĆÆlov interrupted again with obvious impatience.

ā€œWas that the footman who came to you after death to fill your pipe?ā ā€Šā ā€¦ you told me about it yourself.ā€ Raskolnikov felt more and more irritated.

SvidrigaĆÆlov looked at him attentively and Raskolnikov fancied he caught a flash of spiteful mockery in that look. But SvidrigaĆÆlov restrained himself and answered very civilly:

ā€œYes, it was. I see that you, too, are extremely interested and shall feel it my duty to satisfy your curiosity at the first opportunity. Upon my soul! I see that I really might pass for a romantic figure with some people. Judge how grateful I must be to Marfa Petrovna for having repeated to Avdotya Romanovna such mysterious and interesting gossip about me. I dare not guess what impression it made on her, but in any case it worked in my interests. With all Avdotya Romanovnaā€™s natural aversion and in spite of my invariably gloomy and repellent aspectā ā€”she did at least feel pity for me, pity for a lost soul. And if once a girlā€™s heart is moved to pity, itā€™s more dangerous than anything. She is bound to want to ā€˜save him,ā€™ to bring him to his senses, and lift him up and draw him to nobler aims, and restore him to new life and usefulnessā ā€”well, we all know how far such dreams can go. I saw at once that the bird was flying into the cage of herself. And I too made ready. I think you are frowning, Rodion Romanovitch? Thereā€™s no need. As you know, it all ended in smoke. (Hang it all, what a lot I am drinking!) Do you know, I always, from the very beginning, regretted that it wasnā€™t your sisterā€™s fate to be born in the second or third century AD, as the daughter of a reigning prince or some governor or proconsul in Asia Minor. She would undoubtedly have been one of those who would endure martyrdom and would have smiled when they branded her bosom with hot pincers. And she would have gone to it of herself. And in the fourth or fifth century she would have walked away into the Egyptian desert and would have stayed there thirty years living on roots and ecstasies and visions. She is simply thirsting to face some torture for someone, and if she canā€™t get her torture, sheā€™ll throw herself out of a window. Iā€™ve heard something of a Mr. Razumihinā ā€”heā€™s said to be a sensible fellow; his surname suggests it, indeed. Heā€™s probably a divinity student. Well, heā€™d better look after your sister! I believe I understand her, and I am proud of it. But at the beginning of an acquaintance, as you know, one is apt to be more heedless and stupid. One doesnā€™t see clearly. Hang it all, why is she so handsome? Itā€™s not my fault. In fact, it began on my side with a most irresistible physical desire. Avdotya Romanovna is awfully chaste, incredibly and phenomenally so. Take note, I tell you this about your sister as a fact. She is almost morbidly chaste, in spite of her broad intelligence, and it will stand in her way. There happened to be a girl in the house then, Parasha, a black-eyed wench, whom I had never seen beforeā ā€”she had just come from another villageā ā€”very pretty, but incredibly stupid: she burst into tears, wailed so that she could be heard all over the place and caused scandal. One day after dinner Avdotya Romanovna followed me into an avenue in the garden and with flashing eyes insisted on my leaving poor Parasha alone. It was almost our first conversation by ourselves. I, of course, was only too pleased to obey her wishes, tried to appear disconcerted, embarrassed, in fact played my part not badly. Then came interviews, mysterious conversations, exhortations, entreaties, supplications, even tearsā ā€”would you believe it, even tears? Think what the passion for propaganda will bring some girls to! I, of course, threw it all on my destiny, posed as hungering and thirsting for light, and finally resorted to the most powerful weapon in the subjection of the female heart, a weapon which never fails one. Itā€™s the well-known resourceā ā€”flattery. Nothing in the world is harder than speaking the truth and nothing easier than flattery. If thereā€™s the hundredth part of a false note in speaking the truth, it leads to a discord, and that leads to trouble. But if all, to the last note, is false in flattery, it is just as agreeable, and is heard not without satisfaction. It may be a coarse satisfaction, but still a satisfaction. And however coarse the flattery, at least half will be sure to seem true. Thatā€™s so for all stages of development and classes of society. A vestal virgin might be seduced by flattery. I can never remember without laughter how I once seduced a lady who was devoted to her husband, her children, and her principles. What fun it was and how little trouble! And the lady really had principlesā ā€”of her own, anyway. All my tactics lay in simply being utterly annihilated and prostrate before her purity. I flattered her shamelessly, and as soon as I succeeded in getting a pressure of the hand, even a glance from her, I would reproach myself for

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