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"So here you are!" he shouted at the top of his voice--"you ran

away from your bed! And here I've been looking for you under the

sofa! We went up to the garret. I almost beat Nastasya on your

account. And here he is after all. Rodya! What is the meaning of

it? Tell me the whole truth! Confess! Do you hear?"

"It means that I'm sick to death of you all and I want to be

alone," Raskolnikov answered calmly.

"Alone? When you are not able to walk, when your face is as white

as a sheet and you are gasping for breath! Idiot!... What have

you been doing in the Palais de Cristal? Own up at once!"

"Let me go!" said Raskolnikov and tried to pass him. This was too

much for Razumihin; he gripped him firmly by the shoulder.

"Let you go? You dare tell me to let you go? Do you know what

I'll do with you directly? I'll pick you up, tie you up in a

bundle, carry you home under my arm and lock you up!"