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were to let. Dounia stopped in the doorway, not knowing what she was called to look upon, but Svidrigailov hastened to explain. Look here, at this second large room. Notice that door, its locked. By the door stands a chair, the only one in the two rooms. I brought it from my rooms so as to listen more conveniently. Just the other side of the door is Sofya Semyonovnas table; she sat there talking to Rodion Romanovitch. And I sat here listening on two successive evenings, for two hours each timeand of course I was able to learn something, what do you think? You listened? Yes, I did. Now come back to my room; we cant sit down here. He brought Avdotya Romanovna back into his sitting-room and offered her a chair. He sat down at the opposite side of the table, at least seven feet from her, but probably there was the same glow in his eyes which had once frightened Dounia so much. She shuddered and once more looked about her distrustfully. It was an involuntary gesture; she evidently did not wish to betray her uneasiness. But the secluded position of Svidrigailovs lodging had suddenly struck her. She wanted to ask whether his landlady at least were at home, but pride kept her from asking. Moreover, she had another trouble in her heart incomparably greater than fear for herself. She was in great distress. Here is your letter, she said, laying it on the table. Can it be true what you write? You hint at a crime committed, you say, by my brother. You hint at it too clearly; you darent deny it now. I must tell you that Id heard of this stupid story before you wrote and dont believe a word of it. Its a disgusting and ridiculous suspicion. I know the story and why and how it was invented. You can have no proofs. You promised to prove it. Speak! But let me warn you that I dont believe you! I dont believe you! Dounia said this, speaking hurriedly, and for an instant the colour rushed to her face. If you didnt believe it, how could you risk coming alone to my rooms? Why have you come? Simply from curiosity? Dont torment me. Speak, speak! Theres no denying that you are a brave girl. Upon my word, I thought you would have asked Mr. Razumihin to escort you here. But he was not with you nor anywhere near. I was on the look-out. Its spirited of you, it proves you wanted to spare Rodion Romanovitch. But everything is divine in you. About your brother, what am I to say to you? Youve just seen him yourself. What did you think of him? Surely thats not the only thing you are building on? No, not on that, but on his own words. He came here on two successive evenings to see Sofya Semyonovna. Ive shown you where they sat. He made a full confession to her. He is a murderer. He killed an old woman, a pawnbroker, with whom he had pawned things himself. He killed her sister too, a pedlar woman called Lizaveta, who happened to come in while he was murdering her sister. He killed them with an axe he brought with him. He murdered them to rob them and he did rob them. He took money and various things. He told all this, word for word, to Sofya Semyonovna, the only person who knows his secret. But she has had no share by word or deed in the murder; she was as horrified at it as you are now. Dont be anxious, she wont betray him. It cannot be, muttered Dounia, with white lips. She gasped for breath. It cannot be. There was not the slightest cause, no sort of ground. Its a lie, a lie! |
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