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We prefer to live on other people's ideas, it's what we are used

to! Am I right, am I right?" cried Razumihin, pressing and

shaking the two ladies' hands.

"Oh, mercy, I do not know," cried poor Pulcheria Alexandrovna.

"Yes, yes... though I don't agree with you in everything," added

Avdotya Romanovna earnestly and at once uttered a cry, for he

squeezed her hand so painfully.

"Yes, you say yes... well after that you... you..." he cried in a

transport, "you are a fount of goodness, purity, sense... and

perfection. Give me your hand... you give me yours, too! I want

to kiss your hands here at once, on my knees..." and he fell on

his knees on the pavement, fortunately at that time deserted.

"Leave off, I entreat you, what are you doing?" Pulcheria

Alexandrovna cried, greatly distressed.

"Get up, get up!" said Dounia laughing, though she, too, was

upset.