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"Rodya," she said, getting up, "we shall have dinner together, of

course. Come, Dounia.... And you, Rodya, had better go for a

little walk, and then rest and lie down before you come to see

us.... I am afraid we have exhausted you...."

"Yes, yes, I'll come," he answered, getting up fussily. "But I

have something to see to."

"But surely you will have dinner together?" cried Razumihin,

looking in surprise at Raskolnikov. "What do you mean?"

"Yes, yes, I am coming... of course, of course! And you stay a

minute. You do not want him just now, do you, mother? Or perhaps

I am taking him from you?"

"Oh, no, no. And will you, Dmitri Prokofitch, do us the favour of

dining with us?"

"Please do," added Dounia.

Razumihin bowed, positively radiant. For one moment, they were

all strangely embarrassed.

"Good-bye, Rodya, that is till we meet. I do not like saying

good-bye. Good-bye, Nastasya. Ah, I have said good-bye again."