looking　each　other　up　and　down。　Razumihin　was　greatly　astounded；
  then　anger；　real　anger　gleamed　fiercely　in　his　eyes。
  〃So　here　you　are！〃　he　shouted　at　the　top　of　his　voice…　〃you　ran　away
  from　your　bed！　And　here　I've　been　looking　for　you　under　the　sofa！　We
  went　up　to　the　garret。　I　almost　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　Crystal？　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　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；　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　any　one　of　you！　In　any
  circumstances　the　first　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。。。。〃
  〃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。。。。　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　Crystal　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　some　one　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　recognized　no　one。　Suddenly　she
  leaned　her　right　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　head　and　legs　in　the　water；　her　skirt　inflated
  like　a　balloon　over　her　back。
  〃A　woman　drowning！　A　woman　drowning！〃　shouted　dozens　of　voices；
  people　ran　up；　both　banks　were　thronged　with　spectators；　on　the　bridge
  people　crowded　about　Raskolnikov；　pressing　up　behind　him。
  〃Mercy　on　it！　it's　our　Afrosinya！〃　a　woman　cried　tearfully　close　by。
  〃Mercy！　save　her！　kind　people；　pull　her　out！〃
  〃A　boat；　a　boat〃　was　shouted　in　the　crowd。　But　there　was　no　need
  of　a　boat；　a　policeman　ran　down　the　steps　to　the　canal；　threw　off
  his　great　coat　and　his　boots　and　rushed　into　the　water。　It　was　easy　to
  reach　her；　she　floated　within　a　couple　of　yards　from　the　steps；　he
  caught　hold　of　her　clothes　with　his　right　hand　and　with　his　left
  seized　a　pole　which　a　comrade　held　out　to　him；　the　drowning　woman
  was　pulled　out　at　once。　They　laid