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"But you're out of your mind! Despot!" roared Razumihin; but

Raskolnikov did not and perhaps could not answer. He lay down on

the sofa, and turned to the wall, utterly exhausted. Avdotya

Romanovna looked with interest at Razumihin; her black eyes

flashed; Razumihin positively started at her glance.

Pulcheria Alexandrovna stood overwhelmed.

"Nothing would induce me to go," she whispered in despair to

Razumihin. "I will stay somewhere here... escort Dounia home."