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作者: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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"She isn't, is she?" cried Razumihin, delighted to get an answer
out of him. "But she is not very clever either, eh? She is
essentially, essentially an unaccountable character! I am
sometimes quite at a loss, I assure you.... She must be forty;
she says she is thirty-six, and of course she has every right to
say so. But I swear I judge her intellectually, simply from the
metaphysical point of view; there is a sort of symbolism sprung
up between us, a sort of algebra or what not! I don't understand
it! Well, that's all nonsense. Only, seeing that you are not a
student now and have lost your lessons and your clothes, and that
through the young lady's death she has no need to treat you as a
relation, she suddenly took fright; and as you hid in your den
and dropped all your old relations with her, she planned to get
rid of you. And she's been cherishing that design a long time,
but was sorry to lose the I O U, for you assured her yourself
that your mother would pay."

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