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"He is raving," Razumihin cried tipsily, "or how would he dare!

To-morrow all this nonsense will be over... to-day he certainly

did drive him away. That was so. And Luzhin got angry, too.... He

made speeches here, wanted to show off his learning and he went

out crest-fallen...."

"Then it's true?" cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna.

"Good-bye till to-morrow, brother," said Dounia

compassionately--"let us go, mother... Good-bye, Rodya."

"Do you hear, sister," he repeated after them, making a last

effort, "I am not delirious; this marriage is--an infamy. Let me

act like a scoundrel, but you mustn't... one is enough... and

though I am a scoundrel, I wouldn't own such a sister. It's me or

Luzhin! Go now...."