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do with it…. I thought that, too…. If only you knew, though, what a strange thing you said just now, mother,’ he said, laughing strangely.

A little more, and their companionship, this mother and this sister, with him after three years’ absence, this intimate tone of conversation, in face of the utter impossibility of really speaking about anything, would have been beyond his power of endurance. But there was one urgent matter which must be settled one way or the other that day—so he had decided when he woke. Now he was glad to remember it, as a means of escape.

‘Listen, Dounia,’ he began, gravely and drily, ‘of course I beg your pardon for yesterday, but I consider it my duty to tell you again that I do not withdraw from my chief point. It is me or Luzhin. If I am a scoundrel, you must not be. One is enough. If you marry Luzhin, I cease at once to look on you as a sister.’

‘Rodya, Rodya! It is the same as yesterday again,’

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you call yourself a scoundrel? I can’t bear it. You said the same yesterday.’

‘Brother,’ Dounia answered firmly and with the same dryness. ‘In all this there is a mistake on your part. I thought it over at night, and found out the mistake. It is all because you seem to fancy I am sacrificing myself to someone and for someone. That is not the case at all. I am simply marrying for my own sake, because things are hard for me. Though, of course, I shall be glad if I succeed in being useful to my family. But that is not the chief motive for my decision….’

‘She is lying,’ he thought to himself, biting his nails vindictively. ‘Proud creature! She won’t admit she wants to do it out of charity! Too haughty! Oh, base characters!

They even love as though they hate…. Oh, how I … hate them all!’

‘In fact,’ continued Dounia, ‘I am marrying Pyotr Petrovitch because of two evils I choose the less. I intend to do honestly all he expects of me, so I am not deceiving him…. Why did you smile just now?’ She, too, flushed, and there was a gleam of anger in her eyes.

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wanted. He may, of course, think too well of himself, but I hope he esteems me, too…. Why are you laughing again?’

‘And why are you blushing again? You are lying, sister.

You are intentionally lying, simply from feminine obstinacy, simply to hold your own against me…. You cannot respect Luzhin. I have seen him and talked with him. So you are selling yourself for money, and so in any case you are acting basely, and I am glad at least that you can blush for it.’

‘It is not true. I am not lying,’ cried Dounia, losing her composure. ‘I would not marry him if I were not convinced that he esteems me and thinks highly of me. I would not marry him if I were not firmly convinced that I can respect him. Fortunately, I can have convincing proof of it this very day … and such a marriage is not a vileness, as you say! And even if you were right, if I really had determined on a vile action, is it not merciless on your part to speak to me like that? Why do you demand of me a heroism that perhaps you have not either? It is despotism; it is tyranny. If I ruin anyone, it is only myself…. I am not committing a murder. Why do you look at me like that? Why are you so pale? Rodya, darling, what’s the matter?’

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‘Good heavens! You have made him faint,’ cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna.

‘No, no, nonsense! It’s nothing. A little giddiness—not fainting. You have fainting on the brain. H’m, yes, what was I saying? Oh, yes. In what way will you get convincing proof to-day that you can respect him, and that he … esteems you, as you said. I think you said today?’

‘Mother, show Rodya Pyotr Petrovitch’s letter,’ said Dounia.

With trembling hands, Pulcheria Alexandrovna gave him the letter. He took it with great interest, but, before opening it, he suddenly looked with a sort of wonder at Dounia.

‘It is strange,’ he said, slowly, as though struck by a new idea. ‘What am I making such a fuss for? What is it all about? Marry whom you like!’

He said this as though to himself, but said it aloud, and looked for some time at his sister, as though puzzled. He opened the letter at last, still with the same look of strange wonder on his face. Then, slowly and attentively, he began reading, and read it through twice. Pulcheria Alexandrovna showed marked anxiety, and all indeed expected something particular.

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‘What surprises me,’ he began, after a short pause, handing the letter to his mother, but not addressing anyone in particular, ‘is that he is a business man, a lawyer, and his conversation is pretentious indeed, and yet he writes such an uneducated letter.’

They all started. They had expected something quite different.

‘But they all write like that, you know,’ Razumihin observed, abruptly.

‘Have you read it?’

‘Yes.’

‘We showed him, Rodya. We … consulted him just now,’ Pulcheria Alexandrovna began, embarrassed.

‘That’s just the jargon of the courts,’ Razumihin put in.

‘Legal documents are written like that to this day.’

‘Legal? Yes, it’s just legal—business language—not so very uneducated, and not quite educated—business language!’

‘Pyotr Petrovitch makes no secret of the fact that he had a cheap education, he is proud indeed of having made his own way,’ Avdotya Romanovna observed, somewhat offended by her brother’s tone.

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frivolous criticism on the letter, and to think that I speak of such trifling matters on purpose to annoy you. It is quite the contrary, an observation apropos of the style occurred to me that is by no means irrelevant as things stand. There is one expression, ‘blame yourselves’ put in very significantly and plainly, and there is besides a threat that he will go away at once if I am present. That threat to go away is equivalent to a threat to abandon you both if you are disobedient, and to abandon you now after summoning you to Petersburg. Well, what do you think?

Can one resent such an expression from Luzhin, as we should if he (he pointed to Razumihin) had written it, or Zossimov, or one of us?’

‘N-no,’ answered Dounia, with more animation. ‘I saw clearly that it was too naïvely expressed, and that perhaps he simply has no skill in writing … that is a true criticism, brother. I did not expect, indeed …’

‘It is expressed in legal style, and sounds coarser than perhaps he intended. But I must disillusion you a little.

There is one expression in the letter, one slander about me, and rather a contemptible one. I gave the money last night to the widow, a woman in consumption, crushed with trouble, and not ‘on the pretext of the funeral,’ but simply to pay for the funeral, and not to the daughter—a 422 of 967

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young woman, as he writes, of notorious behaviour (whom I saw last night for the first time in my life)—but to the widow. In all this I see a too hasty desire to slander me and to raise dissension between us. It is expressed again in legal jargon, that is to say, with a too obvious display of the aim, and with a very naïve eagerness. He is a man of intelligence, but to act sensibly, intelligence is not enough.

It all shows the man and … I don’t think he has a great esteem for you. I tell you this simply to warn you, because I sincerely wish for your good …’

Dounia did not reply. Her resolution had been taken.

She was only awaiting the evening.

‘Then what is your decision, Rodya?’ asked Pulcheria Alexandrovna, who was more uneasy than ever at the sudden, new businesslike tone of his talk.

‘What decision?’

‘You see Pyotr Petrovitch writes that you are not to be with us this evening, and that he will go away if you come. So will you … come?’

‘That, of course, is not for me to decide, but for you first, if you are not offended by such a request; and secondly, by Dounia, if she, too, is not offended. I will do what you think best,’ he added, drily.

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‘Dounia has already decided, and I fully agree with her,’ Pulcheria Alexandrovna hastened to declare.

‘I decided to ask you, Rodya, to urge you not to fail to be with us at this interview,’ said Dounia. ‘Will you come?’

‘Yes.’

‘I will ask you, too, to be with us at eight o’clock,’ she said, addressing Razumihin. ‘Mother, I am inviting him, too.’

‘Quite right, Dounia. Well, since you have decided,’

added Pulcheria Alexandrovna, ‘so be it. I shall feel easier myself. I do not like concealment and deception. Better let us have the whole truth…. Pyotr Petrovitch may be angry or not, now!’

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Chapter IV

At that moment the door was softly opened, and a young girl walked into the room, looking timidly about her. Everyone turned towards her with surprise and curiosity. At first sight, Raskolnikov did not recognise her.

It was Sofya Semyonovna Marmeladov. He had seen her yesterday for the first time, but at such a moment, in such surroundings and in such a dress, that his memory retained a very different image of her. Now she was a modestly and poorly-dressed young girl, very young, indeed, almost like a child, with a modest and refined manner, with a candid but somewhat frightened-looking face. She was wearing a very plain indoor dress, and had on a shabby old-fashioned hat, but she still carried a parasol. Unexpectedly finding the room full of people, she was not so much embarrassed as completely overwhelmed with shyness, like a little child. She was even about to retreat. ‘Oh … it’s you!’ said Raskolnikov, extremely astonished, and he, too, was confused. He at once recollected that his mother and sister knew through Luzhin’s letter of ‘some young woman of notorious behaviour.’ He had only just been protesting against Luzhin’s calumny and declaring that he 425 of 967

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had seen the girl last night for the first time, and suddenly she had walked in. He remembered, too, that he had not protested against the expression ‘of notorious behaviour.’

All this passed vaguely and fleetingly through his brain, but looking at her more intently, he saw that the humiliated creature was so humiliated that he felt suddenly sorry for her. When she made a movement to retreat in terror, it sent a pang to his heart.

‘I did not expect you,’ he said, hurriedly, with a look that made her stop. ‘Please sit down. You come, no doubt, from Katerina Ivanovna. Allow me—not there. Sit here….’

At Sonia’s entrance, Razumihin, who had been sitting on one of Raskolnikov’s three chairs, close to the door, got up to allow her to enter. Raskolnikov had at first shown her the place on the sofa where Zossimov had been sitting, but feeling that the sofa which served him as a bed, was too familiar a place, he hurriedly motioned her to Razumihin’s chair.

‘You sit here,’ he said to Razumihin, putting him on the sofa.

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them.