shall　come。。。　if　I　can。　Good…bye。〃
  And　without　holding　out　his　hand　he　walked　away。
  〃But　where　are　you　going？　What　are　you　doing？　What's　the　matter　with
  you？　How　can　you　go　on　like　this？〃　Razumihin　muttered；　at　his　wits'
  end。
  Raskolnikov　stopped　once　more。
  〃Once　for　all；　never　ask　me　about　anything。　I　have　nothing　to　tell
  you。　Don't　come　to　see　me。　Maybe　I'll　come　here。。。。　Leave　me；　but
  don't　leave　them。　Do　you　understand　me？〃
  It　was　dark　in　the　corridor；　they　were　standing　near　the　lamp。　For　a
  minute　they　were　looking　at　one　another　in　silence。　Razumihin
  remembered　that　minute　all　his　life。　Raskolnikov's　burning　and
  intent　eyes　grew　more　penetrating　every　moment；　piercing　into　his
  soul；　into　his　consciousness。　Suddenly　Razumihin　started。　Something
  strange；　as　it　were；　passed　between　them。。。。　Some　idea；　some　hint　as
  it　were；　slipped；　something　awful；　hideous；　and　suddenly　understood　on
  both　sides。。。。　Razumihin　turned　pale。
  〃Do　you　understand　now？〃　said　Raskolnikov；　his　face　twitching
  nervously。　〃Go　back；　go　to　them；〃　he　said　suddenly；　and　turning
  quickly；　he　went　out　of　the　house。
  I　will　not　attempt　to　describe　how　Razumihin　went　back　to　the
  ladies；　how　he　soothed　them；　how　he　protested　that　Rodya　needed　rest
  in　his　illness；　protested　that　Rodya　was　sure　to　come；　that　he　would
  come　every　day；　that　he　was　very；　very　much　upset；　that　he　must　not　be
  irritated；　that　he；　Razumihin；　would　watch　over　him；　would　get　him　a
  doctor；　the　best　doctor；　a　consultation。。。。　In　fact　from　that
  evening　Razumihin　took　his　place　with　them　as　a　son　and　a　brother。
  Chapter　Four
  RASKOLNIKOV　WENT　straight　to　the　house　on　the　canal　bank　where　Sonia
  lived。　It　was　an　old　green　house　of　three　storeys。　He　found　the　porter
  and　obtained　from　him　vague　directions　as　to　the　whereabouts　of
  Kapernaumov；　the　tailor。　Having　found　in　the　corner　of　the　courtyard
  the　entrance　to　the　dark　and　narrow　staircase；　he　mounted　to　the
  second　floor　and　came　out　into　a　gallery　that　ran　round　the　whole
  second　storey　over　the　yard。　While　he　was　wandering　in　the　darkness；
  uncertain　where　to　turn　for　Kapernaumov's　door；　a　door　opened　three
  paces　from　him；　he　mechanically　took　hold　of　it。
  〃Who　is　there？〃　a　woman's　voice　asked　uneasily。
  〃It's　I。。。　come　to　see　you；〃　answered　Raskolnikov　and　he　walked　into
  the　tiny　entry。
  On　a　broken　chair　stood　a　candle　in　a　battered　copper　candlestick。
  〃It's　you！　Good　heavens！〃　cried　Sonia　weakly　and　she　stood　rooted　to
  the　spot。
  〃Which　is　your　room？　This　way？〃　and　Raskolnikov；　trying　not　to
  look　at　her；　hastened　in。
  A　minute　later　Sonia；　too；　came　in　with　the　candle；　set　down　the
  candlestick　and；　completely　disconcerted；　stood　before　him
  inexpressibly　agitated　and　apparently　frightened　by　his　unexpected
  visit。　The　colour　rushed　suddenly　to　her　pale　face　and　tears　came　into
  her　eyes。。。　She　felt　sick　and　ashamed　and　happy；　too。。。。　Raskolnikov
  turned　away　quickly　and　sat　on　a　chair　by　the　table。　He　scanned　the
  room　in　a　rapid　glance。
  It　was　a　large　but　exceeding　low…pitched　room；　the　only　one　let　by
  the　Kapernaumovs；　to　whose　rooms　a　closed　door　led　in　the　wall　on
  the　left。　In　the　opposite　side　on　the　right　hand　wall　was　another
  door；　always　kept　locked。　That　led　to　the　next　flat；　which　formed　a
  separate　lodging。　Sonia's　room　looked　like　a　barn；　it　was　a　very
  irregular　quadrangle　and　this　gave　it　a　grotesque　appearance。　A　wall
  with　three　windows　looking　out　on　to　the　canal　ran　aslant　so　that
  one　corner　formed　a　very　acute　angle；　and　it　was　difficult　to　see　in
  it　without　very　strong　light。　The　other　corner　was
  disproportionately　obtuse。　There　was　scarcely　any　furniture　in　the　big
  room：　in　the　corner　on　the　right　was　a　bedstead；　beside　it；　nearest
  the　door；　a　chair。　A　plain；　deal　table　covered　by　a　blue　cloth　stood
  against　the　same　wall；　close　to　the　door　into　the　other　flat。　Two
  rush…bottom　chairs　stood　by　the　table。　On　the　opposite　wall　near　the
  acute　angle　stood　a　small　plain　wooden　chest　of　drawers　looking；　as　it
  were；　lost　in　a　desert。　That　was　all　there　was　in　the　room。　The
  yellow；　scratched　and　shabby　wall…paper　was　black　in　the　corners。　It
  must　have　been　damp　and　full　of　fumes　in　the　winter。　There　was　every
  sign　of　poverty；　even　the　bedstead　had　no　curtain。
  Sonia　looked　in　silence　at　her　visitor；　who　was　so　attentively　and
  unceremoniously　scrutinising　her　room；　and　even　began　at　last　to
  tremble　with　terror；　as　though　she　was　standing　before　her　judge　and
  the　arbiter　of　her　destinies。
  〃I　am　late。。。。　eleven；　isn't　it？〃　he　asked；　still　not　lifting　his
  eyes。
  〃Yes；〃　muttered　Sonia；　〃oh；　yes；　it　is；〃　she　added；　hastily；　as
  though　in　that　lay　her　means　of　escape。　〃My　landlady's　clock　has
  just　struck。。。　I　heard　it　myself。。。。〃
  〃I've　come　to　you　for　the　last　time；〃　Raskolnikov　went　on
  gloomily；　although　this　was　the　first　time。　〃I　may　perhaps　not　see　you
  again。。。〃
  〃Are　you。。。　going　away？〃
  〃I　don't　know。。。　to…morrow。。。。〃
  〃Then　you　are　not　coming　to　Katerina　Ivanovna　to…morrow？〃　Sonia's
  voice　shook。
  〃I　don't　know。　I　shall　know　to…morrow　morning。。。。　Never　mind　that：
  I've　come　to　say　one　word。。。。〃
  He　raised　his　brooding　eyes　to　her　and　suddenly　noticed　that　he
  was　sitting　down　while　she　was　all　the　while　standing　before　him。
  〃Why　are　you　standing？　Sit　down；〃　he　said　in　a　changed　voice；　gentle
  and　friendly。
  She　sat　down。　He　looked　kindly　and　almost　compassionately　at　her。
  〃How　thin　you　are！　What　a　hand！　Quite　transparent；　like　a　dead
  hand。〃
  He　took　her　hand。　Sonia　smiled　faintly。
  〃I　have　always　been　like　that；〃　she　said。
  〃Even　when　you　lived　at　home？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Of　course；　you　were；〃　he　added　abruptly　and　the　expression　of　his
  face　and　the　sound　of　his　voice　changed　again　suddenly。
  He　looked　round　him　once　more。
  〃You　rent　this　room　from　the　Kapernaumovs？〃
  〃Yes。。。。〃
  〃They　live　there；　through　that　door？〃
  〃Yes。。。。　They　have　another　room　like　this。〃
  〃All　in　one　room？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃I　should　be　afraid　in　your　room　at　night；〃　he　observed　gloomily。
  〃They　are　very　good　people；　very　kind；〃　answered　Sonia；　who　still
  seemed　bewildered；　〃and　all　the　furniture；　everything。。。　everything　is
  theirs。　And　they　are　very　kind　and　the　children；　too；　often　come　to
  see　me。〃
  〃They　all　stammer；　don't　they？〃
  〃Yes。。。。　He　stammers　and　he's　lame。　And　his　wife；　too。。。。　It's　not
  exactly　that　she　stammers；　but　she　can't　speak　plainly。　She　is　a
  very　kind　woman。　And　he　used　to