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"Blood! What blood?" Pulcheria Alexandrovna asked in alarm.

"Oh, nothing--don't be uneasy. It was when I was wandering about

yesterday, rather delirious, I chanced upon a man who had been

run over... a clerk..."

"Delirious? But you remember everything!" Razumihin interrupted.

"That's true," Raskolnikov answered with special carefulness. "I

remember everything even to the slightest detail, and yet--why I

did that and went there and said that, I can't clearly explain

now."

"A familiar phenomenon," interposed Zossimov, "actions are

sometimes performed in a masterly and most cunning way, while the

direction of the actions is deranged and dependent on various

morbid impressions--it's like a dream."

"Perhaps it's a good thing really that he should think me almost

a madman," thought Raskolnikov.

"Why, people in perfect health act in the same way too," observed

Dounia, looking uneasily at Zossimov.