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"You'll spoil everything," Razumihin answered in the same

whisper, losing patience--"come out on to the stairs, anyway.

Nastasya, show a light! I assure you," he went on in a half

whisper on the stairs--"that he was almost beating the doctor and

me this afternoon! Do you understand? The doctor himself! Even he

gave way and left him, so as not to irritate him. I remained

downstairs on guard, but he dressed at once and slipped off. And

he will slip off again if you irritate him, at this time of

night, and will do himself some mischief...."

"What are you saying?"

"And Avdotya Romanovna can't possibly be left in those lodgings

without you. Just think where you are staying! That blackguard

Pyotr Petrovitch couldn't find you better lodgings... But you

know I've had a little to drink, and that's what makes me...

swear; don't mind it...."