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"Listen, Razumihin," Raskolnikov began quietly, apparently

calm--"can't you see that I don't want your benevolence? A

strange desire you have to shower benefits on a man who... curses

them, who feels them a burden in fact! Why did you seek me out at

the beginning of my illness? Maybe I was very glad to die. Didn't

I tell you plainly enough to-day that you were torturing me, that

I was... sick of you! You seem to want to torture people! I

assure you that all that is seriously hindering my recovery,

because it's continually irritating me. You saw Zossimov went

away just now to avoid irritating me. You leave me alone too, for

goodness' sake! What right have you, indeed, to keep me by force?

Don't you see that I am in possession of all my faculties now?

How, how can I persuade you not to persecute me with your

kindness? I may be ungrateful, I may be mean, only let me be, for

God's sake, let me be! Let me be, let me be!"