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He pondered and rubbed his forehead, and, strange to say, after

long musing, suddenly, as if it were spontaneously and by chance,

a fantastic thought came into his head.

"Hm... to Razumihin's," he said all at once, calmly, as though he

had reached a final determination. "I shall go to Razumihin's of

course, but... not now. I shall go to him... on the next day

after It, when It will be over and everything will begin

afresh...."

And suddenly he realised what he was thinking.

"After It," he shouted, jumping up from the seat, "but is It

really going to happen? Is it possible it really will happen?" He

left the seat, and went off almost at a run; he meant to turn

back, homewards, but the thought of going home suddenly filled

him with intense loathing; in that hole, in that awful little

cupboard of his, all this had for a month past been growing up in

him; and he walked on at random.