him　before　my　illness。。。。　I　believe　I　have　met　him　somewhere…。。。　And
  this　is　a　good　man；　too；〃　he　nodded　at　Razumihin。　〃Do　you　like　him；
  Dounia？〃　he　asked　her；　and　suddenly；　for　some　unknown　reason；　laughed。
  〃Very　much；〃　answered　Dounia。
  〃Foo…　what　a　pig　you　are；〃　Razumihin　protested；　blushing　in　terrible
  confusion；　and　he　got　up　from　his　chair。　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　smiled
  faintly；　but　Raskolnikov　laughed　aloud。
  〃Where　are　you　off　to？〃
  〃I　must　go。〃
  〃You　need　not　at　all。　Stay。　Zossimov　has　gone；　so　you　must。　Don't
  go。　What's　the　time？　Is　it　twelve　o'clock？　What　a　pretty　watch　you
  have　got；　Dounia。　But　why　are　you　all　silent　again？　I　do　all　the
  talking。〃
  〃It　was　a　present　from　Marfa　Petrovna；〃　answered　Dounia。
  〃And　a　very　expensive　one！〃　added　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna。
  〃A…ah！　What　a　big　one！　Hardly　like　a　lady's。〃
  〃I　like　that　sort；〃　said　Dounia。
  〃So　it　is　not　a　present　from　her　fiance；〃　thought　Razumihin；　and　was
  unreasonably　delighted。
  〃I　thought　it　was　Luzhin's　present；〃　observed　Raskolnikov。
  〃No；　he　has　not　made　Dounia　any　presents　yet。〃
  〃A…ah！　And　do　you　remember；　mother；　I　was　in　love　and　wanted　to
  get　married？〃　he　said　suddenly；　looking　at　his　mother；　who　was
  disconcerted　by　the　sudden　change　of　subject　and　the　way　he　spoke　of
  it。
  〃Oh；　yes；　my　dear。〃
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　exchanged　glances　with　Dounia　and　Razumihin。
  〃H'm；　yes。　What　shall　I　tell　you？　I　don't　remember　much　indeed。
  She　was　such　a　sickly　girl；〃　he　went　on；　growing　dreamy　and　looking
  down　again。　〃Quite　an　invalid。　She　was　fond　of　giving　alms　to　the
  poor；　and　was　always　dreaming　of　a　nunnery；　and　once　she　burst　into
  tears　when　she　began　talking　to　me　about　it。　Yes；　yes；　I　remember。　I
  remember　very　well。　She　was　an　ugly　little　thing。　I　really　don't
  know　what　drew　me　to　her　then…　I　think　it　was　because　she　was　always
  ill。　If　she　had　been　lame　or　hunchback；　I　believe　I　should　have
  liked　her　better　still；〃　he　smiled　dreamily。　〃Yes；　it　was　a　sort　of
  spring　delirium。〃
  〃No；　it　was　not　only　spring　delirium；〃　said　Dounia；　with　warm
  feeling。
  He　fixed　a　strained　intent　look　on　his　sister；　but　did　not　hear　or
  did　not　understand　her　words。　Then；　completely　lost　in　thought；　he　got
  up；　went　up　to　his　mother；　kissed　her；　went　back　to　his　place　and
  sat　down。
  〃You　love　her　even　now？〃　said　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna；　touched。
  〃Her？　Now？　Oh；　yes。。。。　You　ask　about　her？　No。。。　that's　all　now　as　it
  were；　in　another　world。。。　and　so　long　ago。　And　indeed　everything
  happening　here　seems　somehow　far　away。〃　He　looked　attentively　at　them。
  〃You　now。。。　I　seem　to　be　looking　at　you　from　a　thousand　miles
  away。。。　but；　goodness　knows　why　we　are　talking　of　that！　And　what's　the
  use　of　asking　about　it；〃　he　added　with　annoyance；　and　biting　his
  nails；　he　fell　into　dreamy　silence　again。
  〃What　a　wretched　lodging　you　have；　Rodya！　It's　like　a　tomb；〃　said
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna；　suddenly　breaking　the　oppressive　silence。　〃I
  am　sure　it's　quite　half　through　your　lodging　you　have　become　so
  melancholy。〃
  〃My　lodging；〃　he　answered；　listlessly。　〃Yes；　the　lodging　had　a　great
  deal　to　do　with　it。。。。　I　thought　that；　too。。。。　If　only　you　knew；
  though；　what　a　strange　thing　you　said　just　now；　mother；〃　he　said；
  laughing　strangely。
  A　little　more；　and　their　companionship；　this　mother　and　this　sister；
  with　him　after　three　years'　absence；　this　intimate　tone　of
  conversation；　in　face　of　the　utter　impossibility　of　really　speaking
  about　anything；　would　have　been　beyond　his　power　of　endurance。　But
  there　was　one　urgent　matter　which　must　be　settled　one　way　or　the　other
  that　day…　so　he　had　decided　when　he　woke。　Now　he　was　glad　to
  remember　it；　as　a　means　of　escape。
  〃Listen；　Dounia；〃　he　began；　gravely　and　drily；　〃of　course　I　beg　your
  pardon　for　yesterday；　but　I　consider　it　my　duty　to　tell　you　again　that
  I　do　not　withdraw　from　my　chief　point。　It　is　me　or　Luzhin。　If　I　am　a
  scoundrel；　you　must　not　be。　One　is　enough。　If　you　marry　Luzhin；　I
  cease　at　once　to　look　on　you　as　a　sister。〃
  〃Rodya；　Rodya！　It　is　the　same　as　yesterday　again；〃　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna　cried；　mournfully。　〃And　why　do　you　call　yourself　a
  scoundrel？　I　can't　bear　it。　You　said　the　same　yesterday。〃
  〃Brother；〃　Dounia　answered　firmly　and　with　the　same　dryness。　〃In　all
  this　there　is　a　mistake　on　your　part。　I　thought　it　over　at　night；
  and　found　out　the　mistake。　It　is　all　because　you　seem　to　fancy　I　am
  sacrificing　myself　to　some　one　and　for　some　one。　That　is　not　the
  case　at　all。　I　am　simply　marrying　for　my　own　sake；　because　things
  are　hard　for　me。　Though；　of　course；　I　shall　be　glad　if　I　succeed　in
  being　useful　to　my　family。　But　that　is　not　the　chief　motive　for　my
  decision。。。。〃
  〃She　is　lying；〃　he　thought　to　himself；　biting　his　nails
  vindictively。　〃Proud　creature！　She　won't　admit　she　wants　to　do　it
  out　of　charity！　Too　haughty！　Oh；　base　characters！　They　even　love　as
  though　they　hate。。。。　Oh；　how　I。。。　hate　them　all！〃
  〃In　fact；〃　continued　Dounia；　〃I　am　marrying　Pyotr　Petrovitch　because
  of　two　evils　I　choose　the　less。　I　intend　to　do　honestly　all　he　expects
  of　me；　so　I　am　not　deceiving　him。。。。　Why　did　you　smile　just　now？〃　She；
  too；　flushed；　and　there　was　a　gleam　of　anger　in　her　eyes。
  〃All？〃　he　asked；　with　a　malignant　grin。
  〃Within　certain　limits。　Both　the　manner　and　form　of　Pyotr
  Petrovitch's　courtship　showed　me　at　once　what　he　wanted。　He　may；　of
  course；　think　too　well　of　himself；　but　I　hope　he　esteems　me；　too。。。。
  Why　are　you　laughing　again？〃
  〃And　why　are　you　blushing　again？　You　are　lying；　sister。　You　are
  intentionally　lying；　simply　from　feminine　obstinacy；　simply　to　hold
  your　own　against　me。。。。　You　cannot　respect　Luzhin。　I　have　seen　him　and
  talked　with　him。　So　you　are　selling　yourself　for　money；　and　so　in
  any　case　you　are　acting　basely；　and　I　am　glad　at　least　that　you　can
  blush　for　it。〃
  〃It　is　not　true。　I　am　not　lying；〃　cried　Dounia；　losing　her
  composure。　〃I　would　not　marry　him　if　I　were　not　convinced　that　he
  esteems　me　and　thinks　highly　of　me。　I　would　not　marry　him　if　I　were
  not　firmly　convinced　that　I　can　respect　him。　Fortunately；　I　can　have
  convincing　proof　of　it　this　very　day。。。　and　such　a　marriage　is　not　a
  vileness；　as　you　say！　And　even　if　you　were　right；　if　I　really　had
  determined　on　a　vile　action；　is　it　not　merciless　on　your　part　to　speak
  to　me　like　that？　Why　do　you　demand　of　me　a　heroism　that　perhaps　you
  have　not　either？　It　is　despotism；　it　is　tyranny。　If　I　ruin　any　one；　it
  is　only　myself。。。。　I　am　not　committing　a　murder。　Why　do　you　look　at　me
  like　that？　Why　are　you　so　pale？　Rodya；　darling；　what's　the　matter？〃
  〃Good　heavens！　You　have　made　him　faint；〃　cried　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna。
  〃No；　no；　nonsense！　It's　nothing。　A　little　giddiness…　not　fainting。
  You　have　fainting　on　the　brain。　H'm；　yes；　what　was　I　saying？　Oh；
  yes。　In　what　way　will　you　get　convincing　proof　to…day　that　you　can
  respect　him；　and　that　he。。。　esteems　you；　as　you　said。　I　think　you　said
  to…day？〃
  〃Mother；　show　Rodya　Pyotr　Petrov