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"Once for all, never ask me about anything. I have nothing to

tell you. Don't come to see me. Maybe I'll come here.... Leave

me, but _don't leave_ them. Do you understand me?"

It was dark in the corridor, they were standing near the lamp.

For a minute they were looking at one another in silence.

Razumihin remembered that minute all his life. Raskolnikov's

burning and intent eyes grew more penetrating every moment,

piercing into his soul, into his consciousness. Suddenly

Razumihin started. Something strange, as it were, passed between

them.... Some idea, some hint, as it were, slipped, something

awful, hideous, and suddenly understood on both sides....

Razumihin turned pale.

"Do you understand now?" said Raskolnikov, his face twitching

nervously. "Go back, go to them," he said suddenly, and turning

quickly, he went out of the house.