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Sonia made no reply; the door opened and she slipped in. She felt

for some reason ashamed and uneasy.

*****

On the way to Porfiry's, Razumihin was obviously excited.

"That's capital, brother," he repeated several times, "and I am

glad! I am glad!"

"What are you glad about?" Raskolnikov thought to himself.

"I didn't know that you pledged things at the old woman's, too.

And... was it long ago? I mean, was it long since you were

there?"

"What a simple-hearted fool he is!"

"When was it?" Raskolnikov stopped still to recollect. "Two or

three days before her death it must have been. But I am not going

to redeem the things now," he put in with a sort of hurried and

conspicuous solicitude about the things. "I've not more than a

silver rouble left... after last night's accursed delirium!"

He laid special emphasis on the delirium.