Raskolnikov got up, and sat down on the sofa. He waved his hand weakly to Razumihin to cut short the flow of warm and incoherent consolations he was addressing to his mother and sister, took them both by the hand and for a minute or two gazed from one to the other without speaking. His mother was alarmed by his expression. It revealed an emotion agonisingly poignant, and at the same time something immovable, almost insane. Pulcheria Alexandrovna began to cry.
Avdotya Romanovna was pale; her hand trembled in her brothers.
Go home with him, he said in a broken voice, pointing to Razumihin, good-bye till to-morrow; to-morrow everything Is it long since you arrived?
This evening, Rodya, answered Pulcheria Alexandrovna, the train was awfully late. But, Rodya, nothing would induce me to leave you now! I will spend the night here, near you
Dont torture me! he said with a gesture of irritation.
I will stay with him, cried Razumihin, I wont leave him for a moment. Bother all my visitors! Let them rage to their hearts content! My uncle is presiding there.
How, how can I thank you! Pulcheria Alexandrovna was beginning, once more pressing Razumihins hands, but Raskolnikov interrupted her again.
I cant have it! I cant have it! he repeated irritably, dont worry me! Enough, go away I cant stand it!
Come, mamma, come out of the room at least for a minute, Dounia whispered in dismay; we are distressing him, thats evident.
Maynt I look at him after three years? wept Pulcheria Alexandrovna.
Stay, he stopped them again, you keep interrupting me, and my ideas get muddled. Have you seen Luzhin?
No, Rodya, but he knows already of our arrival. We have heard, Rodya, that Pyotr Petrovitch was so kind as to visit you today, Pulcheria Alexandrovna added somewhat timidly.
Yes he was so kind Dounia, I promised Luzhin Id throw him downstairs and told him to go to hell.
Rodya, what are you saying! Surely, you dont mean to tell us Pulcheria Alexandrovna began in alarm, but she stopped, looking at Dounia.
Avdotya Romanovna was looking attentively at her brother, waiting for what would come next. Both of them had heard of the quarrel from Nastasya, so far as she had succeeded in understanding and reporting it, and were in painful perplexity and suspense.
Dounia, Raskolnikov continued with an effort, I dont want that marriage, so at the first opportunity to- morrow you must refuse Luzhin, so that we may never hear his name again.
Good Heavens! cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna.
Brother, think what you are saying! Avdotya Romanovna began impetuously, but immediately checked herself. You are not fit to talk now, perhaps; you are tired, she added gently.
You think I am delirious? No You are marrying Luzhin for my sake. But I wont accept the sacrifice. And so write a letter before to-morrow, to refuse him Let me read it in the morning and that will be the end of it!
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