Raskolnikov　sat　seeming　not　to　pay　attention；　plunged　in　thought
  with　a　strange　smile　on　his　pale　lips。　He　was　still　meditating　on
  something。
  〃Well；　what　about　the　man　who　was　run　over？　I　interrupted　you！〃
  Razumihin　cried　hastily。
  〃What？〃　Raskolnikov　seemed　to　wake　up。　〃Oh。。。　I　got　spattered　with
  blood　helping　to　carry　him　to　his　lodging。　By　the　way；　mamma；　I　did　an
  unpardonable　thing　yesterday。　I　was　literally　out　of　my　mind。　I　gave
  away　all　the　money　you　sent　me。。。　to　his　wife　for　the　funeral。　She's　a
  widow　now；　in　consumption；　a　poor　creature。。。　three　little　children；
  starving。。。　nothing　in　the　house。。。　there's　a　daughter；　too。。。　perhaps
  you'd　have　given　it　yourself　if　you'd　seen　them。　But　I　had　no　right　to
  do　it　I　admit；　especially　as　I　knew　how　you　needed　the　money　yourself。
  To　help　others　one　must　have　the　right　to　do　it；　or　else　Crevez；
  chiens；　si　vous　n'etes　pas　contents。〃　He　laughed；　〃That's　right；　isn't
  it；　Dounia？〃
  〃No；　it's　not；〃　answered　Dounia　firmly。
  〃Bah！　you；　too；　have　ideals；〃　he　muttered；　looking　at　her　almost
  with　hatred；　and　smiling　sarcastically。　〃I　ought　to　have　considered
  that。。。。　Well；　that's　praiseworthy；　and　it's　better　for　you。。。　and
  if　you　reach　a　line　you　won't　overstep；　you　will　be　unhappy。。。　and
  if　you　overstep　it；　maybe　you　will　be　still　unhappier。。。。　But　all
  that's　nonsense；〃　he　added　irritably；　vexed　at　being　carried　away。
  〃I　only　meant　to　say　that　I　beg　your　forgiveness；　mother；〃　he
  concluded；　shortly　and　abruptly。
  〃That's　enough；　Rodya；　I　am　sure　that　everything　you　do　is　very
  good；〃　said　his　mother；　delighted。
  〃Don't　be　too　sure；〃　he　answered；　twisting　his　mouth　into　a　smile。
  A　silence　followed。　There　was　a　certain　constraint　in　all　this
  conversation；　and　in　the　silence；　and　in　the　reconciliation；　and　in
  the　forgiveness；　and　all　were　feeling　it。
  〃It　is　as　though　they　were　afraid　of　me；〃　Raskolnikov　was　thinking
  to　himself；　looking　askance　at　his　mother　and　sister。　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna　was　indeed　growing　more　timid　the　longer　she　kept　silent。
  〃Yet　in　their　absence　I　seemed　to　love　them　so　much；〃　flashed
  through　his　mind。
  〃Do　you　know；　Rodya；　Marfa　Petrovna　is　dead；〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna
  suddenly　blurted　out。
  〃What　Marfa　Petrovna？〃
  〃Oh；　mercy　on　us…　Marfa　Petrovna　Svidrigailov。　I　wrote　you　so　much
  about　her。〃
  〃A…a…h！　Yes；　I　remember。。。。　So　she's　dead！　Oh；　really？〃　he　roused
  himself　suddenly；　as　if　waking　up。　〃What　did　she　die　of？〃
  〃Only　imagine；　quite　suddenly；〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　answered
  hurriedly；　encouraged　by　his　curiosity。　〃On　the　very　day　I　was　sending
  you　that　letter！　Would　you　believe　it；　that　awful　man　seems　to　have
  been　the　cause　of　her　death。　They　say　he　beat　her　dreadfully。〃
  〃Why；　were　they　on　such　bad　terms？〃　he　asked；　addressing　his　sister。
  〃Not　at　all。　Quite　the　contrary　indeed。　With　her；　he　was　always　very
  patient；　considerate　even。　In　fact；　all　those　seven　years　of　their
  married　life　he　gave　way　to　her；　too　much　so　indeed；　in　many　cases。
  All　of　a　sudden　he　seems　to　have　lost　patience。〃
  〃Then　he　could　not　have　been　so　awful　if　he　controlled　himself　for
  seven　years？　You　seem　to　be　defending　him；　Dounia？〃
  〃No；　no；　he's　an　awful　man！　I　can　imagine　nothing　more　awful！〃
  Dounia　answered；　almost　with　a　shudder；　knitting　her　brows；　and
  sinking　into　thought。
  〃That　had　happened　in　the　morning；〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　went　on
  hurriedly。　〃And　directly　afterwards　she　ordered　the　horses　to　be
  harnessed　to　drive　to　the　town　immediately　after　dinner。　She　always
  used　to　drive　to　the　town　in　such　cases。　She　ate　a　very　good　dinner；　I
  am　told。。。。〃
  〃After　the　beating？〃
  〃That　was　always　her。。。　habit；　and　immediately　after　dinner；　so　as
  not　to　be　late　in　starting；　she　went　to　the　bathhouse。。。。　You　see；　she
  was　undergoing　some　treatment　with　baths。　They　have　a　cold　spring
  there；　and　she　used　to　bathe　in　it　regularly　every　day；　and　no
  sooner　had　she　got　into　the　water　when　she　suddenly　had　a　stroke！〃
  〃I　should　think　so；〃　said　Zossimov。
  〃And　did　he　beat　her　badly？〃
  〃What　does　that　matter！〃　put　in　Dounia。
  〃H'm！　But　I　don't　know　why　you　want　to　tell　us　such　gossip；　mother；〃
  said　Raskolnikov　irritably；　as　it　were　in　spite　of　himself。
  〃Ah；　my　dear；　I　don't　know　what　to　talk　about；〃　broke　from　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna。
  〃Why；　are　you　all　afraid　of　me？〃　he　asked；　with　a　constrained　smile。
  〃That's　certainly　true；〃　said　Dounia；　looking　directly　and　sternly
  at　her　brother。　〃Mother　was　crossing　herself　with　terror　as　she　came
  up　the　stairs。〃
  His　face　worked；　as　though　in　convulsion。
  〃Ach；　what　are　you　saying；　Dounia！　Don't　be　angry；　please；　Rodya。。。。
  Why　did　you　say　that；　Dounia？〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　began；
  overwhelmed…　〃You　see；　coming　here；　I　was　dreaming　all　the　way；　in　the
  train；　how　we　should　meet；　how　we　should　talk　over　everything
  together。。。。　And　I　was　so　happy；　I　did　not　notice　the　journey！　But
  what　am　I　saying？　I　am　happy　now。。。。　You　should　not；　Dounia。。。。　I　am
  happy　now…　simply　in　seeing　you；　Rodya。。。。〃
  〃Hush；　mother；〃　he　muttered　in　confusion；　not　looking　at　her；　but
  pressing　her　hand。　〃We　shall　have　time　to　speak　freely　of　everything！〃
  As　he　said　this；　he　was　suddenly　overwhelmed　with　confusion　and
  turned　pale。　Again　that　awful　sensation　he　had　known　of　late　passed
  with　deadly　chill　over　his　soul。　Again　it　became　suddenly　plain　and
  perceptible　to　him　that　he　had　just　told　a　fearful　lie…　that　he
  would　never　now　be　able　to　speak　freely　of　everything…　that　he　would
  never　again　be　able　to　speak　of　anything　to　any　one。　The　anguish　of
  this　thought　was　such　that　for　a　moment　he　almost　forgot　himself。　He
  got　up　from　his　seat；　and　not　looking　at　any　one　walked　towards　the
  door。
  〃What　are　you　about？〃　cried　Razumihin；　clutching　him　by　the　arm。
  He　sat　down　again；　and　began　looking　about　him；　in　silence。　They
  were　all　looking　at　him　in　perplexity。
  〃But　what　are　you　all　so　dull　for？〃　he　shouted；　suddenly　and　quite
  unexpectedly。　〃Do　say　something！　What's　the　use　of　sitting　like
  this？　Come；　do　speak。　Let　us　talk。。。。　We　meet　together　and　sit　in
  silence。。。。　Come；　anything！〃
  〃Thank　God；　I　was　afraid　the　same　thing　as　yesterday　was　beginning
  again；〃　said　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna；　crossing　herself。
  〃What　is　the　matter；　Rodya？〃　asked　Avdotya　Romanovna；　distrustfully。
  〃Oh；　nothing！　I　remembered　something；〃　he　answered；　and　suddenly
  laughed。
  〃Well；　if　you　remembered　something；　that's　all　right！。。。　I　was
  beginning　to　think。。。〃　muttered　Zossimov；　getting　up　from　the　sofa。
  〃It　is　time　for　me　to　be　off。　I　will　look　in　again　perhaps。。。　if　I
  can。。。〃　He　made　his　bows；　and　went　out。
  〃What　an　excellent　man！〃　observed　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna。
  〃Yes；　excellent；　splendid；　well…educated；　intelligent；〃
  Raskolnikov　began；　suddenly　speaking　with　surprising　rapidity；　and　a
  liveliness　he　had　not　shown　till　then。　〃I　can't　remember　where　I　met
  him　before　my　illness。。。。　I　believe　I　have　met　him　somewhere…。。。　And
  this　is　a　good　man；　too；〃　he　nodde