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"Why, carry out logically the theory you were advocating just

now, and it follows that people may be killed..."

"Upon my word!" cried Luzhin.

"No, that's not so," put in Zossimov.

Raskolnikov lay with a white face and twitching upper lip,

breathing painfully.

"There's a measure in all things," Luzhin went on superciliously.

"Economic ideas are not an incitement to murder, and one has but

to suppose..."

"And is it true," Raskolnikov interposed once more suddenly,

again in a voice quivering with fury and delight in insulting

him, "is it true that you told your fiancee... within an hour of

her acceptance, that what pleased you most... was that she was a

beggar... because it was better to raise a wife from poverty, so

that you may have complete control over her, and reproach her

with your being her benefactor?"