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"Dounia," Raskolnikov continued with an effort, "I don't want

that marriage, so at the first opportunity to-morrow you must

refuse Luzhin, so that we may never hear his name again."

"Good Heavens!" cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna.

"Brother, think what you are saying!" Avdotya Romanovna began

impetuously, but immediately checked herself. "You are not fit to

talk now, perhaps; you are tired," she added gently.

"You think I am delirious? No... You are marrying Luzhin for my

sake. But I won't accept the sacrifice. And so write a letter

before to-morrow, to refuse him... Let me read it in the morning

and that will be the end of it!"

"That I can't do!" the girl cried, offended, "what right have

you..."

"Dounia, you are hasty, too, be quiet, to-morrow... Don't you

see..." the mother interposed in dismay. "Better come away!"