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"You see, you... you... understand me, because you are an angel!"

Razumihin cried in ecstasy, "let us go! Nastasya! Fly upstairs

and sit with him with a light; I'll come in a quarter of an

hour."

Though Pulcheria Alexandrovna was not perfectly convinced, she

made no further resistance. Razumihin gave an arm to each and

drew them down the stairs. He still made her uneasy, as though he

was competent and good-natured, was he capable of carrying out

his promise? He seemed in such a condition....